MARION shifted her head to the left the moment she closed the door to the cabin.
Throwing knife made its point on the wooden door. Its end vibrated at the force.
The tall woman sighed before she turned to face the person who threw the blade.
Yulla is standing beside the bed. Her eyes were sharper than the knife she threw. Her arms were crossed in front of her.
“What is it this time, baby?”
“Who are you with at dinner?”
“I treat my afternoon class for a meal like I did with my morning class for lunch. Sort of welcoming me back.”
“Really? Then why did I see you with a recruit? She was your student in the morning. Is she single out to have a repeat in the evening?”
Mario heaved another sigh.
“Baby, she was asking about something. She approached me after the afternoon class left. I wa
