With one look, everything changed. Her eyes met mine from under long lashes. Even at such a distance, I knew instantly. I would rescue her, or die trying. I would bring her clan of women to the aerie. The outlaw Vak’ki would die under the blade of my nakav. Every last one of them. No longer would the Sen’ki speak the name Arctur with anything but respect. And the woman with the spirit that burned like a flame would be mine.