"My thoughts exactly."

"Who are you?" the warrior enquired rather aggressively, turning to face the figure. Somewhat to his surprise, it was a slim woman with jet-black hair; she was beautiful, with olive skin and a perfect figure. Her skin was patterned with scars, picked out in gold paint that added an exotic and rather disconcerting touch. But it was a beauty that had been cultivated to distract people from the naked unpleasantness of the soul beneath. While her eyes were chocolate-brown and melting, they held a malevolent glint in their depths, and her full-lipped mouth was curved in a smile that held mockery beneath the surface.

She gave Borysko the creeps.

"What do you want?" he demanded, more roughly than normal. This woman threw him completely off balance; his mind oscillated wildly between fervent attraction and extreme mistrust.

The woman's smile widened. Her eyes held a slightly predatory glint.