Chapter 11: Successful
Chapter 10
The night was unusually still.
A quiet fog clung to the garden outside Hawk’s Mansion. Everywhere around was silent, the air humming faintly with leftover mana from portals that had opened around the place. Most hunters had gone to sleep. Anyone awake either had some training to do or some other stuff of their own.
Kira stood outside the side entrance, one hand pressed against the door handle. She’d used this path many times before, it wasn’t her first time visiting Hawk this late, but tonight was different.
Tonight, she wasn’t here to blow off steam. She was here for the damn gem. She was nervous as hell, because she wasn’t sure if Hawk would be willing to help her. If he didn’t, she was as good as dead in the hands of the Master. Hawk was her last hope, she just had to satisfy him well tonight and he might actually help her.
With a soft sigh, she knocked on the door. Her knock was light, almost playful. She didn’t wait for permission. The door was unlocked, just as she expected.
Inside, Hawk stood in the lounge shirtless, rubbing a cloth over his dagger with slow precision. His muscles flexed with each motion, scarred, hard, Manly in every way. His damp hair stuck slightly to his temple.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Didn’t expect you."
Kira closed the door behind her, unhooking her cloak and letting it slide off her shoulders. She was dressed lighter than usual, tight black sleeveless top, figure-hugging combat pants, no visible weapons. Her cleavage were slightly visible in a way that instantly caught Hawk’s eye.
"You never expect me," she said softly, walking toward him with a sway in her hips that wasn’t there earlier.