Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun had dipped behind the hills, casting the village into a gentle, golden twilight that played across cobblestoned streets. Tucked between rolling hills, the quaint village offered a cozy retreat from the bustle of city life. Wooden signposts creaked gently in the breeze above lamplit shop windows, advertising everything from baked goods to homemade quilts. The clop-clopping of a horse-drawn carriage echoed in the distance as it returned from a tour around the verdant countryside.
As Kamsi ambled along, the quaintness of the village seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket, inviting him to embrace the serenity that surrounded him.
As he walked, people on the streets took notice. Their admiring gazes lingered on Kamsi's muscular physique, broad shoulders, and short curly hair. A group of children playing nearby stopped their game, wide-eyed, as they stared at the legendary warrior. Kamsi's piercing eyes met theirs, and a couple of them waved excitedly, while the others quickly hid behind their mothers' skirts.
Kamsi flashed them a reassuring smile before continuing down the cobblestone path, passing by a picturesque little bakery. The smell of fresh bread and pastries wafted through the air, causing Kamsi's stomach to growl.
He chuckled at himself, thinking it was probably time for a late lunch. Even the legendary warrior needed to refuel, after all. Kamsi stepped into the cozy bakery, where sunlight streamed through tall windows. The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries greeted him, making his stomach growl in anticipation.
A petite, dark-haired woman with a friendly smile took his order. Kamsi chose a thick, warm loaf of bread slathered with rich butter and a steaming cup of herbal tea. He found a small table near the window and savored each bite as he watched villagers passing by.
As Kamsi took his last sip of tea, he heard a commotion outside. Turning his head, he saw a woman backed against the bakery's wall, her face twisted in fear. A few street punks circled her, jeering and taunting.
Without hesitation, Kamsi rose from his seat and strode towards them.
The street punks, distracted by their target, didn't notice him until he was almost upon them.
Kamsi stood there, his commanding presence silencing the ruffians. The men sneered, looking him up and down, no doubt expecting an easy mark to intimidate. But when they met Kamsi's steely gaze, their confidence faltered.
"I believe the lady has no wish to converse with you," Kamsi said coolly, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.
"Wouldn't you agree, gentlemen?"
The thugs exchanged glances, shifting uneasily under Kamsi's steady gaze. They muttered amongst themselves, before one of them spat on the ground and muttered an insult. Kamsi's eyes narrowed, and before any of the men could react, he'd seized the speaker's wrist and twisted it behind his back.
The crunching of bone brought the remaining gang members up short. The man cried out in pain, glaring at Kamsi with real hatred, but kept his distance.
Kamsi released him with a contemptuous shove, and the man scuttled back to his companions.
"You'll leave the young lady alone, won't you?" Kamsi asked softly, his voice low and dangerous. The threat was implicit. "Unless, of course, you'd like to prolong this rather unpleasant encounter."
The men exchanged glances. They'd come seeking an easy target, but now realized they'd chosen the wrong quarry. Cursing, they retreated down the alley, disappearing from sight.
Kamsi watched them go, making sure they wouldn't return. Once satisfied they were truly gone, he turned his attention back to the young woman.
She leaned against the wall, her eyes wide, as she drank Kamsi in with a mixture of shock and gratitude. A lock of long blonde hair fell across her pale face, and brilliant blue eyes stared up in awe at the man who had saved her.
"Thank you," she breathed, her words tumbling out in a rush.
"I-I can't believe you did that. You're incredible!"
Kamsi flashed her a disarming grin, his teeth gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. "Think nothing of it," he replied casually, as if intervening in physical altercations was an everyday occurrence. But there was no mistaking the pride burning in Kamsi's eyes as he took in the grateful, terrified woman before him.
"Are you all right?" Kamsi asked in a gentle, soothing tone, reaching for her elbow to help her steady herself. The warmth of his touch penetrated the sleeve of her light dress, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I-I think so," she stammered, taking a deep, steadying breath. The woman stepped back, putting some space between them. But still, she couldn't tear her gaze away from him. Even amidst fear and confusion, something stirred within her—an indefinable force drawing her towards him.
Kamsi's eyes met hers, and his voice rumbled softly. "What's your name, my lady?"
The woman blinked, shaking her head as if to clear the fog from her thoughts. "Oh! I'm Emma, sir," she replied, still breathless. "And you're Kamsi Nkrumah, aren't you?"
Kamsi raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "You know of me?"
"Well, yes," Emma confessed, a hint of a blush creeping into her cheeks. "I've heard tales of your exploits across Africa, Europe, and the Middle East. You're quite the legendary warrior."
Kamsi chuckled, clearly pleased by her admission. "I wouldn't go that far," he demurred. "But I do enjoy a good adventure."
Emma smiled back at him.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to grace our small village with your presence. It's not often we get to meet someone as fascinating as you."
Kamsi's smile widened, and he could feel his heartbeat quicken just a bit in response to her statement. "Well, I hope I can see you again, Emma. Perhaps we could continue our conversation over dinner tonight?"
Emma hesitated, and Kamsi saw a flash of indecision in her bright blue eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Kamsi, but I have some things I need to take care of tonight. Maybe another time?"
Kamsi didn't want to push her, but he found himself disappointed at the thought of not seeing her again so soon. "Of course, I understand. I'll be around, so just let me know when you're free."
With a final smile and nod, Emma turned and hurried away, leaving Kamsi standing there, watching her go. He felt a strange mixture of emotions: curiosity, attraction, and something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Kamsi shook his head and chuckled at himself before turning to leave the alley.
He didn't have to look back to know that Emma was still watching him, but he did anyway. She stood there, leaning against the wall, gaze trailing after him until he disappeared around the corner. Kamsi couldn't deny the tingle of excitement that coursed through him at their encounter. Emma was unlike any woman he had ever met, and he found himself looking forward to the possibility of seeing her again.
He continued his exploration of the village, and it wasn't long before Kamsi stumbled upon a small, cozy bar tucked away on a side street.
The aroma of spilled ale, sweat, and roasted meats greeted him as he stepped inside, and the low hum of conversation filled the narrow space. At the back of the room, a burly man with a bushy black beard strummed a lute, singing an old folk song in a gravelly voice.
Kamsi found himself a spot at the bar and ordered a mug of the local brew. He glanced around, taking in the patrons: locals, travelers, and drifters alike.
They laughed, spoke, and drank, the tangible comradery of human connection on display. And although Kamsi was a stranger to this place, he could feel the pull of belonging. He smiled and raised his mug in a toast, and a few patrons cheerily toasted back.
But Kamsi's attention was drawn away from the scene, as a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Kamsi! I can't believe it's really you!"
He turned to see Emma, her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, as she made her way towards him. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, catching the soft glow from the lanterns hanging overhead.
Kamsi couldn't help but admire her beauty. He rose from his seat and offered a polite nod. "Emma, it's good to see you again. I see you've found the local bar."
"Indeed, I have," she replied with a smile. "I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in for a drink. And imagine my surprise when I saw you here!"
Kamsi chuckled.
"Imagine your surprise, indeed. It seems fate has brought us together once again."
Emma's eyes shimmered with mirth. "Well, I suppose it does at that. May I join you?"
Kamsi gestured to the empty stool beside him. "Please, make yourself at home."
The bartender, a gruff but friendly man in his fifties, approached them and nodded in greeting.
"What can I get for you and your lady friend this evening?"
Emma looked to Kamsi, inviting him to order for her. "I'll have whatever he's having," she said with a smile, curious about his choice.
Kamsi appreciated her trust in him as he signaled the bartender. "Two flagons of dark ale, please."
Emma wrinkled her nose at the mention of ale, but gamely decided to give it a try.
"Alright, I'll have what you're having," she said, smiling at Kamsi. The bartender set two steins of dark, frothy ale in front of them. Emma took a tentative sip, and her face lit up with surprise.
"This isn't half bad!" she exclaimed, taking a longer pull on the drink. Kamsi chuckled at her enthusiasm, raising his own stein in a toast.
"To new experiences," he said, clinking his glass against hers. Emma echoed the sentiment before taking another drink. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts as they sipped their ale.
Emma turned to Kamsi with a smile. "Thank you again for earlier today," she said softly, placing a hand on his arm.
Kamsi covered her hand with his own, warmth flowing between them.
"It was my pleasure, Emma. I couldn't leave a lady in distress." He flashed her a disarming smile, and Emma's heart skipped a beat at the sight. There was something about Kamsi that drew her in: his confident air, his kindness, or perhaps the whiff of danger that clung to him like an invisible cloak.
Emma leaned in, drawn to his raw masculinity and powerful presence. She was torn between wanting to run from him and wanting to stay by his side.
"I can't help but wonder, Kamsi," Emma began hesitantly, breaking the silence between them. "What brings you to our little village? It's not exactly a hotbed of adventure."
Kamsi took a slow sip of his ale before answering, his dark eyes locked on hers. "I've always been drawn to the unknown, Emma. Exploring new lands, encountering different cultures and traditions—it feeds my soul in a way nothing else can. I enjoy learning about the people who inhabit these places, their histories, and their dreams."
Emma listened intently as Kamsi spoke, captivated by the passion in his voice. She had never met anyone quite like him before—someone so unabashedly adventurous, so unafraid of the unknown. It was intoxicating, and she found herself leaning closer to him, eager to hear more about his travels.
"Tell me more," she urged softly, her hand still resting on his arm. Kamsi smiled warmly at her before continuing.
"Well, I've traversed vast deserts and lush forests, climbed towering mountains and descended deep into the earth itself.
Each new place I visit, each new face I meet, adds another layer to my understanding of the world. I feel a deep connection to this beautiful, diverse planet we call home. And though I have faced many perils along my journey, the rewards have always been worth the risks."
Emma was enraptured by Kamsi's fervor and his vast knowledge of the world. He captivated her with stories of his encounters with strange and wondrous creatures, and of his heroic feats of strength and cunning on the battlefields of distant lands.
Each tale was more enthralling than the last, and Emma found herself lost in Kamsi's words, mesmerized by this powerful and mysterious man.
Her own life suddenly seemed mundane and uninteresting compared to his thrilling adventures. Emma began to understand why Kamsi lived such a promiscuous lifestyle; it was as though he couldn't help but be drawn to new experiences, including those that could be found between the sheets with different lovers. She felt a twinge of envy at the thought of all the women who had shared his bed, but she quickly pushed that feeling aside.
Emma had never been the jealous type.
"You truly are a legend, Kamsi," Emma marveled, her bright blue eyes shining with admiration. "I can only imagine the incredible stories you must have from your adventures."
Kamsi flashed her a boyish grin, his piercing eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, my dear Emma, I'm no legend. I'm just a man who's been fortunate enough to see the world and live to tell the tale."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But if you really want to hear some tall tales, I know a few old sailors down at the docks who can spin quite the yarn.
They've seen things that would curl your hair."
His grin widened as he winked at her mischievously. Emma couldn't help but laugh, charmed by his playful demeanor. The more time she spent with Kamsi, the more captivated she became by his allure. He was unlike any man she had ever met, and the thought of parting ways after only one night was disheartening.
Kamsi seemed to sense her apprehension, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Being a warrior is more than just fighting battles, Emma," Kamsi said, his voice thick with wisdom and experience. "It's about standing up for what you believe in, even when the odds are stacked against you. It's about facing your fears head-on and never backing down."
Emma was taken aback by the intensity in his voice, the passion behind his words. She had never considered the warrior life in such a light before. Kamsi's philosophy resonated with her on a deep level—she had spent so much of her life running from her fears and avoiding conflict that the idea of embracing it all seemed both terrifying and exhilarating.
"But it's also about knowing when to yield, when to show mercy," Kamsi continued.
"Being a warrior is not just about physical strength, but also mental and emotional resilience. And above all, it is about courage."
Emma listened intently, feeling the weight of his words as if they were her own. She found herself entranced by Kamsi's wisdom and charisma—a potent combination that left her longing for something she couldn't quite define.
She took a deep breath and decided to be bold.
"You know, Kamsi," Emma began, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're even more handsome than I imagined. I've been a fan of yours for so long, and I can't believe I'm actually sitting here with you."
Kamsi's eyes gleamed with amusement as he caught on to her flirtation. He knew the effect he had on women; it was something he couldn't help.
"Well, Emma, I must admit that I'm flattered," Kamsi replied smoothly, his voice like velvet.
"I've had my fair share of admirers, but something tells me you're different."
Despite herself, Emma felt a blush creep up her cheeks. There was an intensity in Kamsi's gaze that made her feel as if he could see straight through her, peeling back the layers of her soul to reveal the desires and longings that she had kept hidden for so long. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Tell me more about yourself, Emma," Kamsi urged.
"I'm eager to learn what makes you tick."
Emma hesitated for a moment, startled by the sudden shift in conversation. She had been so entranced by Kamsi's tales and charm that she hadn't given much thought to revealing her own history. And yet, as she locked eyes with the warrior, she found herself unable to resist. There was something about his presence that made her feel safe, yet simultaneously compelled her to bare her soul.
"Well," she began, tracing the rim of her stein with her fingertip.
"There's not much to tell, really. I was born and raised in a small town, the kind of place where everyone knows each other's business."
Her bright blue eyes met Kamsi's. "I went to school, got good grades, and then I moved here to this quiet village. I work at the local bookstore. My life is simple, perhaps even a bit dull compared to yours, but it suits me."
She paused and took another sip of her drink before continuing.
"And I love learning about other cultures and histories, which is why I was so thrilled to have the opportunity to meet you, Kamsi."
Kamsi's lips curved into a gentle smile, his dark eyes gleaming with warmth. "I'm glad that you find me fascinating," he said softly.
"Surely there's more to you than just being a bookstore employee," he continued. "What are your dreams? Your passions?"
Emma hesitated, surprised at the sudden intensity in Kamsi's gaze.
It was as if he were trying to see into the very depths of her soul, searching for the secrets that she kept hidden from the world.
Yet, with Kamsi's eyes locked onto hers, she felt herself unable to look away, unable to hide from the truth that she had long kept buried. And so, with a trembling voice, Emma continued.
"I've always dreamed of exploring the world," she whispered, her bright blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "Seeing new places, meeting new people, experiencing new things.
There's so much out there to discover, and I've always felt drawn to it all. I suppose you could say that I'm a dreamer, always looking towards the horizon for something more."
Emma's words hung in the air between her and Kamsi, a quiet understanding passing between them as they shared this moment of connection. Kamsi knew all too well the feeling of longing for adventure, of constantly searching for something more to add meaning to one's life.
He had spent years traveling the world, seeking out new experiences and pushing his limits at every opportunity. And now, as he looked into Emma's eyes, he saw a kindred spirit.
"You know, Emma," Kamsi said softly, his voice thick with wisdom and experience. "Life is short, and there's so much to see and do in this vast world of ours. It's easy to get stuck in a rut, living a life that's safe and predictable. But if you never take a chance, how will you ever know what you're truly capable of?"
Emma listened intently as Kamsi spoke, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. There was something about the way he looked at her, as if he could see into the very depths of her soul and understand her on a level that no one else ever had. It was both thrilling and unnerving.
Emma swallowed hard, feeling her heart race at the implication. Kamsi's eyes were warm, inviting, and she could sense the sincerity in his words. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond.
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammered, looking away from his intense gaze.
Kamsi leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's nothing you need to say, Emma. I can see the curiosity in your eyes, the longing for something more."
His fingers brushed against hers gently, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "You deserve a night of passion, of pleasure that will leave you breathless and yearning for more."
Emma's breath hitched in her throat as she met his gaze once more. She wanted to believe him, to give in to the temptation that he presented.
So, she finished her drink and placed her hand on his. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver down her spine, and her heart raced in anticipation. "I would love nothing more than to spend the night with you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the murmur of the crowd.
Just as their lips were about to meet, the door to the bar burst open, and a group of rough-looking men stumbled inside. They were the same street punks from earlier, only this time they were accompanied by a much larger group of bandits. The energy in the room shifted immediately, and all eyes turned towards the intruders.
At their center was a tall, muscular man with a thick beard and cold, calculating eyes. He scanned the room before settling his gaze on Kamsi and Emma. "There he is," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"The foreigner who dared to stand up to us earlier. We're here to teach you a lesson, boy."
Kamsi's expression remained unchanged as he rose slowly from his seat, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced at Emma, who looked back at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"Excuse me, my dear," Kamsi murmured, squeezing her hand gently before letting go. He pulled out his sword from the sheath on his back with a flourish, eliciting gasps from the remaining patrons in the bar.
"I'm afraid I can't join you for that drink now," he called out to the approaching men, his voice loud and clear above the din of the crowd.
"It seems I have some unfinished business to attend to."
The leader of the gang smirked, his gaze lingering on Kamsi for a moment before shifting to Emma. "You'd do best to stay out of this, girl," he sneered. "Heroics won't save you from our wrath."
Emma shuddered at the threat, the warmth in her chest quickly replaced by ice-cold fear. She watched as Kamsi stood his ground, his confidence unwavering. Even against such daunting odds, he did not falter.
Instead, Kamsi locked eyes with the leader and offered a smirk. "You know," he called out, his deep voice resonating throughout the room, "I've heard it said that in the heat of battle, it's best to 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer.'"
His words hung in the air like a dark shroud. The bar's patrons, sensing danger, began to slip away unnoticed through side doors and back exits, leaving only Kamsi and Emma behind.
The gang leader barked a cruel laugh. "I don't think that applies here, stranger." And with that, he raised his weapon high above his head. The rest of the gang followed suit, forming a circle around Kamsi.
Emma watched in horror as their menacing plan became clear: they intended to ambush Kamsi from all sides.
But Kamsi wasn't fazed. He just smiled and made another joke about how this wasn't a fair fight for them.
"My dear friends," Kamsi boomed, his deep voice ringing out through the nearly empty bar. "I am truly touched by your devotion, but I'm afraid I must decline your generous offer to be surrounded by such fine company."
The gang leader snarled, but Kamsi's confidence was contagious. Emma felt her fear begin to dissipate as she watched him move effortlessly into a fighting stance. With one fluid motion, he swung his sword through the air, eliciting a chorus of gasps from those still remaining in the bar.
"Very well then," the gang leader shouted, narrowing his eyes at Kamsi with an intense hatred that sent shivers down Emma's spine.
"Let's see what you're made of, foreigner!"
The gang leader lunged at Kamsi with a bloodcurdling roar, his weapon slashing through the air. But Kamsi was ready for him, meeting the attack with a swift parry that sent sparks flying. The two men danced in a fierce ballet of strength and agility, muscles rippling and sweat dripping from their brows as they matched blow for blow.
Kamsi's movements were fluid and graceful, his eyes never leaving the leader's, while the other man seemed to grow increasingly frantic as he failed to land a single hit.
Emma watched in awe as Kamsi moved like water around the gang leader's attacks, his sword flashing in the dim light of the tavern. With each strike, Kamsi parried and countered with an ease that spoke of years of practice and training.
But then, just as the fight seemed to be reaching a fever pitch, something unexpected happened. In his haste to strike back at Kamsi, the leader accidentally slashed out at one of his own men who had ventured too close to the fray. The man let out a gurgling scream as blood spurted from his neck, and he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The other gang members recoiled in shock and confusion, their eyes flickering between their dead comrade and their fearless leader. Kamsi seized the moment, delivering a swift and decisive blow that left the leader nursing a deep gash along his arm.
The man cursed in pain and stumbled back, clutching his wound. Kamsi took the opportunity to press the attack, driving the gang leader back with a series of powerful strikes.
But then, Kamsi's expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced at Emma, who had been watching the fight with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Look away, Emma," he said quietly. "This isn't going to be pretty."
Before she could protest, Kamsi lunged forward once more, delivering a fierce overhead strike that sliced through the air with a hiss. The leader raised his weapon to block, but he was too slow; Kamsi's blade connected with a sickening crunch, and the man fell lifeless to the ground.
For a moment, all was silent in the tavern. The remaining gang members stared at their fallen leader in shock, as if unable to believe what had just happened.
But Kamsi didn't give them a chance to recover. He spun around, his sword flashing in the dim light of the tavern as he took stock of the situation.
He wasn't surprised to find that some of the gang members had fled during the fight, but there were still a few left who had no intention of giving up without a fight. They brandished various makeshift weapons, snarling and snapping like wild animals as they closed in on Kamsi.
But Kamsi didn't falter.
He easily slayed most of the remaining gang members like it was nothing. There was only one remaining who was watching behind a table, scared. Kamsi smirked at him, and the guy ran away.
Kamsi watched as the last remaining member of the gang fled from the tavern, his heart still pounding from the fight. He turned to Emma, who looked back at him with wide eyes filled with admiration and fear.
"Are you alright?" Kamsi asked her softly, sheathing his sword and crossing the room to where she stood.
Emma nodded mutely, still in shock from what had just transpired. Kamsi reached out a hand to steady her, and she took it gratefully. As they walked towards the entrance of the bar, Kamsi couldn't help but notice the bar owner scowling at them from behind the counter. The man was already getting ready to clean up the place, grumbling about the mess that had been made during the fight.
Kamsi chuckled and turned to Emma. "I suppose I should apologize for the mess we've left behind," he said with a wink. "I promise to make it up to you."
Emma smiled weakly, still shaken by what she had just witnessed. She couldn't quite believe that she had just seen Kamsi in action, his skills and strength on full display as he fought off a group of dangerous men. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, and she couldn't deny that there was something incredibly attractive about a man who could handle himself in such a situation.
"I can't believe how incredible you are," Emma breathed, staring up at him with admiration. "Your strength, your fighting skills - they're truly unmatched. You really do live up to the legends."
Kamsi chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You flatter me, Emma. But I assure you, I am not invincible."
"But you're so close," she replied, her eyes shining with excitement and wonder. "You're like a superhero or something, come to save the day."
He laughed again, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm no superhero, Emma. Just a man who has spent years honing his skills and learning to defend himself.
And those he cares about."
Emma gazed up at Kamsi, feeling her heart start to race. She couldn't believe how unbelievably sexy he was, with his chiseled physique and piercing gaze. It was no wonder that he had such a reputation with the ladies - even she found herself feeling drawn to him, despite only just meeting him earlier that day.
Despite the intensity of the situation they had just been in, Kamsi couldn't help but feel a growing connection between himself and Emma.
He saw the way she looked at him, with a mixture of admiration and desire, and he couldn't deny that he felt the same way about her.
As they stepped out of the bar and into the cool night air, Kamsi turned to face Emma, his dark eyes locked onto hers. "I assure you, Emma, I slay bandits like that for breakfast," he said softly. "I have fought enemies far more powerful and deadly than those men."
Emma's bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took a step closer to him. "You're truly incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
Before Kamsi could respond, Emma reached out and grabbed his hand, reminding him of their interrupted moment in the bar.
"Oh yeah," Kamsi said with a wink, stepping closer to Emma and gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Now where were we?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat as Kamsi leaned in, his piercing eyes locked onto hers. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his warm lips press against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
The kiss was electric, fueled by the adrenaline and excitement of their earlier encounter. Emma wrapped her arms around Kamsi's broad shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her fingertips as he pulled her closer.
As they kissed, the world seemed to fade away until there was only Kamsi and Emma, lost in their own little bubble of passion and desire.
It was a moment that neither of them wanted to end, and for a while, it seemed as if time had truly stopped.
But all too soon, the kiss came to an end, and they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Kamsi's dark eyes glinted with mischief and desire as he looked at Emma, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.
"We should get out of here," Kamsi said softly, taking Emma's hand and leading her away from the now-empty bar.