The warrior halted abruptly before he turned silently to face her. His expression was inscrutable, but Kira was undaunted. She hurried to the top of the stairs and smiled to find their faces level.
She tapped herself on the chest. “Kira,” she informed him. “My name is Kira.”
He inclined his head slightly so that she could not see his expression in the shadows, then his eyes shone as he looked back to her.
“Kira,” he repeated softly, a slight question in his tone, the way he rolled the r making her name sound strangely exotic.
Kira nodded mutely and he shook his head as though amazed.
“Kira,” he mused, almost to himself.
Kira could not help but wonder what he was thinking.
Then he glanced up abruptly, his bright gaze pinning her to the spot. “Kira,” he repeated, and quirked one brow
