Zeidan had just picked a black belt with a golden design at the center to wrap up his dressing. His mind wandered back to what had ensued between him and Lyne and he asked himself if that wasn't what he had always wished for. A woman who was after his peace.

Luana strode in and he noticed how she slowed her pace as if to assess the new look of the room. He looked back at her and he couldn't miss the pain she forcefully swallowed before saying anything.

"So, she was right?" She muttered.

"You were saying?"

"Nothing." She looked up at him and forced a wry smile. "I...