Pointy end went into the other guy. If he remembered that, he should be fine, but it still felt awkward to him as he slipped through the forest, using all of his hunting skills to be stealthy and undetectable. He was using his instincts to guide him, and when his heart started to pound with a surge of adrenaline, he knew he was close. Sure enough, in a clearing up ahead, he saw the moonlight reflecting off of Cyrcinus’ glistening black hair. He suppressed a snarl and discarded his sword as he walked. He had a serious bone to pick with this woman and he knew he could do a lot more damage with his hands than he could with a cumbersome hunk of steel that he had no idea how to use. Silently, he stepped into the clearing and approached her while her back was turned. “You never called, Circe,” he taunted. “What kind of woman kisses a man like that and then doesn’t call?” She whirled and rustling in the trees around them let Logan know that she had a sufficient amount of guards accompanying her.
