Savage Queen's Secret

"We don't know each other". 

Caixia backed off from his arms while being embarrassed and startled. The moment their eyes met when she fell in his arms was hilarious. She could feel his penetrating eyes trying to look into her. At that moment she pushed him back out of fear that he might see through her. 

Then came another troublesome thought. What if he attended the match held for the selection of the chief of the top assassin group, won't that cause her an extra trouble. 

Caixia had thought of a plan but now it seems impossible to implement it. 

How can that be! Nothing is impossible and I will do what I came here for. All the uncertainty and hesitation dissapeared once she made up her mind and looked back at him with a firm expression her face. 

Stable and hard to pierce, she looked at him with a confident that made him flinch back in hesitation. 

Eyes wide open in shock and lips a little parted. He was startled seeing that look on her face. 

Where have I seen that piercing gaze? Ah.. its Aili. She is the only one who can make me feel that way but the woman in front of me is not her. Unfortunately she is not her. 

Growing distant from her, he felt an urge to have a closer look at her unmasked face and so, his subtle fingers quickly moved toward that mask of hers. 

Gasp! 

Caixia stepped back in time or else it would have been more of a trouble. A wounded body which was hard to move yet she retracted back desperately and ended up hurting herself after bumping in the wall behind her. 

This fcking geezer! Why the hell did he suddenly attacked me? 

Her teeth gritted both in rage and pain and fist clutched near her chest, eyebrows twitching and eyes looking up when her head remained down. 

"Mister, do you want me to kill you," exhaling out of rage, she glared him after slowly lifting her head up. 

She was more angry because her wound was really painful and it become more painful because of him. His hand that slipped in the air after falling to get her mask remained outstretched until she slapped it away. 

For some reason he looked really disappointed for not being able to see her face. 

"Who are you?". He asked retracting his hand. 

Wind blew and so was his attention from her as he started to look at a piece of paper that passed just beside his eyes and until he looked back at her, she was no more standing there. 

He panicked and looked here and there only to feel dumbfounded. 

What he imagined after founding her absent in front of him was something else and what he saw was something completely different. 

She was slowly moving forward after walking a bit ahead from him rather then quickly moving and hiding to a different place as many assassins do. 

"Hey! Wait". 

He shouted and held her arm after rushing toward her. The moment she looked back, she glanced at her arm grabbed by him and then at him. 

Furrowed eyebrows and eyes glaring at him, teeth gritted. She was scowling while looking at him. 

How dare he touch my hand – was written over her face. 

Reading that he should have backed off but he didn't fearing that what if she ran away for real this time! 

"It's none of your business to know who I am and one more thing, get your dirty paws off my arm before I slit it in half," threatening him to get his hands away, she slapped his hand after he didn't do so. 

This arrogant brat.. I am letting him go for now even after what he did to me yet he is still trying to harm me. Should I have my revenge now? 

Furious about feeling painful on her wound, she glared him evilly. "

Hmm". He aloofly as if shrugging all his stress, flapped his over coat back while putting his hands on his waist, "OK, I won't touch you but how about this..". 

He took a deep breath after pausing in the mid and glanced at her reaction with one of his eyebrows raised. She was quite curious, her deep purplish hair shining like a fire because of the sun as her background. 

"It seem to me that you are trying to reach the arena were the final matches are held for the selection of the chief, I am going there, too. If you want, you can come with me". 

Huh.. in the end he is really going there. 

Why? Why can't something good happen in this bad situation of mine. Not one or two I feel that my enemies are more then I can take. 

"I will pass," with such a serious expression she said with an aloof nod, he felt hopeless. 

After all, why am I trying to help her? Even Loki felt weird about his own behavior.

 Clothes that royals of Valavensv wore, he was still wearing that prince like outfit that can outshine others. Yet it was his time to leave for the under world arena match. 

Why isn't he in his disguise yet? Or does he want to go there together with his princely status. Huh! 

She arrogantly twisted her mouth feeling irritated and then stopped walking. Honestly walking was taking a toll on her body.

 Still it's better then the period cramp I had for the first time in this body. She thought in a more rational way to ignore her painful chest since she knew that after reaching the arena, she would have to fight many and if she gives up now then there is nothing for later. 

But who cares. If I waste all my strength right now then who is gonna fight later, so better take the chance.

Her sharp eyes looked straight after turning back. It sparkled like targeting Loki as she stared him and then she smirked, "Does the offer of giving lift still remains?". 

Surprised, Loki nodded, his slant eyes widely open, "Ye-yeah!". 

"OK.." she pointed her finger suddenly at him, "but don't you dare try to take off my mask and..," while pursing her lips awkwardly she continued, "you have a car, right?". 

"Yeah, yeah!" stunned Loki said it twice with a smile even he didn't knew what made it appear.