She sent her sword to a pocket realm. She’d clean it later. Then she yanked the tie from her hair that was already half out of its plait. The sound of footsteps had her turning, then she froze, her fingers still tangled in her mess of hair. “You’re naked.” “Violent and observant,” Razik replied. She sent him a bland look while she continued to unwind her hair. “Why are you naked?” “I shifted.”
