Amaru took the knife from Freya and dropped kept it in his pocket. The girl was beautiful beyond words and he was attracted to her.
But he was still a man with brains and she didn't seem like she was there for a party. The way she sneaked around the palace and watched people from the shadows was already enough red flags for him to be cautious of her.
He placed his hand to both her sides, creating a wall for her in case she tried to escape and flee from him. He peered deep into her eyes, her strength surprised him and intrigued him to be curious about her identity.
There was no woman that he had met that made him feel like that. They interested him but never enough that he wanted to know about them, the only information that he cared for when it came to his women was whether they liked him or not.
Most of the time, he didn't even care to catch the names of the ladies who warmed his bed.