Fatal Arrogance

The whip's surface was streaked with dried, dark reddish-black stains. Blood, unmistakably.

His eyes lit up the instant he passed Elora.

He raised a loose fist to his mouth and let out an exaggerated, performative cough. "You're new around here?"

It wasn't hard to see why she'd caught his eye.

Elora looked like she'd stepped in from a completely different world. Everything about her was jarringly,