First, Kyra has some explaining to do.

"Hold on, You recognized her." You begin, nodding to the limp form of Cassandra. "How do you know her? who is she?"

Kyra sighs, and when she speaks her tone is tired.

"That's Cassandra Blackstone. She is-" Kyra pauses. "Was the captain of a mercenary **** called the Midnight Company."

You nod sagely.

"Good to know, but you still haven't told me how you know her."

"We ah-" she grimaces "We used to be lovers."

You blink.

"I was only eighteen back then," Kyra continues hastily "And It didn't last long."

"Why were you **** to tell me?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"I-" She begins, face reddening "I thought you'd be jealous."

You smile at that, sauntering over to her.

"Oh, I am jealous." You begin, smile fading. You grab Kyra's lithe frame and pull her against you " Because, You are mine. There will be other women, and they will belong to me and my allies in equal measure, but not you. You belong to me and me alone."

Your massive hand cups her chin, raising her emerald eyes to yours.

"Understand?"

An expression halfway between terror and adoration crosses her beautiful face, and she nods.

"Yes."