"Do not be held a cheat even though it is impossible to live today without being one. Let your greatest cunning lie in covering up what looks like cunning."
Baltasar Gracian.
1601—1658
Kanima took in everything in a single breath, struggling to believe that her eyes had not deceived her.
The Sharkman that had captured her and brought her to this den—the malicious creature—was slaughtered in a flash.
And that too by Ikemefuna of all people.
Even though her eyes were spread wide, and she had forced herself not to blink.
She still could not fathom how it had happened.
Then again, weren't such things commonplace in the world of the supernatural?
She kept silent, feeling the ropes tighten.
It had nearly sunk deep into her skin at this point though, crushing her bones
In just a few minutes it would begin drawing blood.
She stiffened.
Then she steeled her gaze, watching as her fellow captive charged forward.
It wasn't clear if he was trying to escape.
