'Morena...' he said. She turned to him and her golden eyes softened. His were the same hue as her own. Taking a dagger from the pot next to her pillows, she cut the ropes around his wrists and he gazed at her with confusion. Kneeling down beside him, Morena put her hands to his face. He was amazed that such a violent creature could be so tender. 'We are the same,' she said, 'and you, Kale, are the one to tame me.'