Chapter 45

• 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 full chest. Where Elena was light-skinned, she was darker, as if she had been scrubbed with bronze. Her face though sweet, carried an air of mysteriousness, and another thing that Elena noticed, was the possessive look that crossed her face whenever she looked at Calhoun. She looked at the said man, who was busy studying his hands then facing the girl who adored him.
• "Wow, Firoza, why do you suddenly want to know how to fight?" The old man asked confusion etched on his face.