Drake sighed as he stared at the three Japanese men, and Leda behind them. Her light blue yukata, already tussled and ripped from being brought there, was now covered in blood. She looked like an angel of death, surrounded by the dark warriors she had summoned. In another life he would have looked at her with fear and awe, but the thought that she might be something supernatural now only excited him.

         "What is she to you that you would risk so much trying to get her back?" Drake asked, his head cocked to the side.

         "You know he can't understand you," Leda said with her frustrating disrespect. Who had raised her to be so crude? Was it the Japanese?

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