He didn’t answer. In fact, I wasn’t sure if he was in the room. We had at last located Yuki. She was a petite slender girl. In fact, I doubted she reached five feet tall. She looked more like twelve than eighteen. With long silky dark hair and small slanted eyes, she had a very beautiful round face. Those lovely eyes stared right through me at the moment, vacant but a tad threatening. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Yuki had been strapped into a chair, her wrists and ankles bound in a room absent of adornment except for the very handy alter behind her. Habiki and his men knelt around Yuki, chanting something I couldn’t make out. Yuki’s lips moved as well, but I was pretty sure what she spoke wasn’t Japanese. One of the men stood and approached her with a weapon in his hand. I shouted before I moved. “Stay away from her!” My steps faltered when power swept out from Yuki to raise the man from his feet and slam him into a wall.
