Protection

“Danju,” Alexander turned his head watching as the dark haired woman slowly walked toward him and the male who now held her axe. Several emotions flicked across the woman’s face which made it hard for the male to pinpoint how she felt.

Scared?

Surprised?

Angry?

It was a mystery.

“What are you doing with him?” Danju’s words were venomous and full of hate. As if Alexander had done something horrible.

“I am protecting him.” a laugh fell from the males lips, his head fell back and laughter from deep within bellowed from his lips. “You think I am weak?” she snarled.

“I know you are… you always have been.”