Elena looked at the visitor who had decided to join their lessons. She had seen the female several times, but not too much that she couldn't count. Usually, the woman was always in the living room reading a book or in the kitchen assisting Old Porv. She also talked with Calhoun's men, as noticed on different occasions. Something about her put Elena's danger signal on high alarm. Her instincts had never been wrong before, wondering why someone so innocent looking like the female would be dangerous.
Firoza, as called by the old man, was her name. Having hair as dark as coal and eyes as black as night, she carried an air of innocence so pure, one would feel bad about standing next to her out of fear of tainting her. She had a willow shape, but it didn't hide the curve of her hips and her fu
