The wind in Kabini always carries the smell of blood and vegetation.
It was the hottest day of the dry season. Saya's face was torn open by Scarface's sharp claws, and her left eye was covered with warm blood. He fell into the dust and watched Cleo's golden figure disappear into the shadow of the trees without looking back.
He didn't wail or run away.
He licked the bone-deep wound on his face with his tongue, and said word by word to himself and the retreating figure in his heart:
"Cleo, you will be mine sooner or later."
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