Chapter Eight
Hua
A hand closed around Hua’s arm and jerked her toward the side of a tent, hidden from view of lingering soldiers.
She’d known Luca the moment she’d seen him. They’d only met once before, but she saw the recognition returned in his eyes.
“Release me,” she growled.
Luca did just that and stepped away. “What game are you playing here, Hua?”
She twisted her fingers in the edge of her sleeves. “I’m not playing a game.”
His face reddened. “Really? Because this is war.”
“I know that. Your letter said you were training new recruits, so I came. I want to fight.”
“You want to fight? But you’re…” He sighed, not finishing the sentence. She knew what he wanted to say. She was a woman. She was small, weak. And she would die for it.
“Tell me one good reason why I should have le
