He saw nothing until he found himself on the ground beside his friend. He was more fortunate than Lupe, who wasn’t moving. A dirk’s edge caressed his throat. A woman straddled his chest, eliminating most of his capacity to breathe. He was afraid to breathe, to move, but strangely he was not afraid of her. She was his enemy and yet something in those eyes eliminated all fear. They were like silk, brown silk. Like smooth dark chocolate awaiting the chance to be tossed into a mouth. A smile streaked across her face which he was certain was at least partially because she had just killed a man and yet her eyes calmed him. If there had been a speck of evil glistening in those eyes, it disappeared as her smile widened. She was an angel.