Vyan's spine thudded lightly against the wall, his brows shooting up in confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked half-frowning, half-baffled.
It wasn't that he felt threatened. Hardly. The girl barely reached his shoulder, and those thin arms didn't suggest much physical strength. But Vyan had never been the type to dismiss someone based on size or build. He knew better than that.
Iyana, after all, was only 5'5" with a deceptively delicate frame. But when she moved, there was no mistaking the power beneath; you could see lean muscle ripple under her skin, and she had abs that could probably cut glass. Beneath her uniform, she had the kind of muscle definition that came from years of discipline and combat.