A towering figure stood waiting for them in a large, luxurious private suite that oversaw the arena, arms crossed and eyes burning with menace.
Kai's lips parted slightly as he took her in.
Even Nadya - broad-shouldered and muscular - seemed small next to this mountain of a woman. Powerfully built, skin a deep brown like polished mahogany, dreadlocks tied back in thick cords, and a black eyepatch covering a scarred eye that looked like it had lost a fight with fire.
'She looks more manly than me and doesn't seem particularly happy to see us,' Kai muttered internally, eyes narrowing.
Nadya, calm as ever, offered a mocking grin. "Been a while, Dominique. How's that eye of yours doing?"
Dominique, or at least that's what he'd heard Nadya call her, wore combat boots thick enough to crush skulls, fingerless gloves tight around meaty fists, and a sleeveless leather jacket stretched across boulder-like arms. Her presence alone made the room feel smaller, heavier.
