Kaya stared at him silently. Her expression didn't change—not a flicker of emotion, not a twitch of sympathy. Then, slowly, she turned away.
The mongoose's eyes followed her warily as she walked toward the small wooden table. The faint light of the room caught the glassy sheen of grapes in a bowl and the smooth curve of a ceramic jug beside them. She reached out, her fingers brushing the jug's cool surface.
No words. No warning.
Kaya turned, stepped back toward him, and—
BAM!
The jug shattered against his skull, fragments scattering like tiny sparks. Blood spilled instantly, trickling down his forehead in thin, dark lines.
The mongoose cried out, his body jerking back. "Agh—! Why the hell did you hit me?" he snarled, his voice trembling between rage and fear. "Didn't I tell you everything you wanted to know?"
