A thing of the past

*Bam!*

Cristian quickly closed the gap she opened due to her lapse, trailing his fingers on her belt before hitting her buttocks with his waist, causing her to stagger forward.

Unsheathing a dagger, she turned, running the blade over his forearm, but instead of cutting his flesh, it scraped over his skin. The numbness stunned her.

In shock, she watched the red line on his pale, firm skin disappear. "What just happened?" She gasped, stupefied.

"You lost concentration, that's what." Cristian's words rang in from behind, and she could already imagine his cocky smile.

To Cristian's shock, Zelda, who disliked contact, leaned against him but suddenly turned, slamming both his palms against his chest and a piercing scream left her lips.

He stared at the red-faced beauty, who grunted while fixing her dislocated shoulder. Her boobs rose and fell as she panted roughly, her sweat dripping to the ground, yet in her vulnerable position, he did not act.