Rezak grunted, clutching his chest. He rolled and hauled himself up with his arms. He had removed the bandages a day before. He was relieved to get rid of the pain finally but the kick from the red-haired man reminded how vulnerable he still was. No way a man could kick with such strength.
He grabbed the knife and turned. Sera and the red-haired man were not there.
“He took her,” Delena said from behind. “The Creator.”
Rezak was sceptical. “How did you know that?”
Delena came forward, looking at...