Karvesh walked beside them—not helping restrain her, but clearly there to ensure Velryn didn't get too enthusiastic and damage the merchandise.
"Come on, blessed one! Time to see your new accommodations!" Velryn chirped. "MUCH DEEPER! MUCH MORE SECURE! MUCH HARDER for desperate love-sick chiefs to reach!"
He started dragging her down the side tunnel.
'I want to rip his face off.'
The thought came unbidden, violent and visceral.
'That stupidly handsome face with those purple eyes and that manic grin. I want to claw it OFF.'
Wait.
'Did I just call him handsome?'
[You kinda did, yeah.]
'NO. Absolutely not. I take it back. He's NOT handsome. He's a psychotic stalker who's been watching me for weeks and just held a knife to my ribs and—'
But the traitorous part of her brain noted: sharp features, striking purple eyes, red hair that would probably look amazing in sunlight, athletic build—
