Ravina was the following one. I pulled her up; my grip was firm enough to bruise, but at the same time, it was gentle enough to tease.
After that, the silence was broken by Sabina's trembling voice. "Dexter..." Her finger was pointing at the injured females lying on the ground, their bodies broken in such a manner that made my mouth water.
A warrior was holding onto her arm, and blood was oozing from between her fingers. Another one was pressing a hand to her stomach; her breath was short. And then there were the beauties—the ones with the spear still stuck in their breasts, their skin shining with the combination of sweat and agony.
My tongue was racing out to wet my lips. Ohhh. This was the understatement of the century.
I let my gaze linger, my voice dripping with false exhaustion. "A god's power isn't free, Aunt." I spread my arms, letting the weight of my words crush them. "Even I need to… restore my energy."
