Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 206625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 827(@250wpm)___ 689(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 827(@250wpm)___ 689(@300wpm)
It’s only on his.
“That’s what I thought,” Jack says, blowing me a kiss.
“You ran,” I snarl, wishing I could lunge forward and beat the shit out of him, but forcing my feet to stay planted where they are. “That day in the field, you fucking ran when it was three on one, and we both know when it comes down to it, you’ll run again. That’s what cowards do.”
Jack flushes, his eyes nearly bugging out of his face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Violet,” Dain mutters.
“She’s not wrong,” Xaden drawls.
Garrick laughs, and Liam muscles Jack off the mat when he leaps at me. Jack’s boots squeak against the hardwood floor as he unsuccessfully fights to hold his ground, and Liam forces him from the gym.
With a flick of his hand, Xaden shuts the huge doors with his power, locking Jack out.
“What the hell were you thinking, egging him on like that?” Dain marches toward me, disbelief raising his brows.
“Oh, now you feel like talking to me?” I lift my chin, but it’s Xaden who fills my vision as he steps between us. The fury in his eyes is palpable, but I don’t retreat.
“Give us a second.” His gaze is locked on mine, but we both know he’s not talking to me.
My pulse skitters.
Rhiannon steps back.
“You want to tell me why the fuck you’re not wearing that?” His tone is soft but deadly as he points toward the bench where my armor lies.
“I have to wash it at some point.”
“And you thought that would be a good idea during sparring?” His chest heaves, like he’s battling to keep control of himself.
I’m just trying not to notice his chest or the heat he’s throwing off like a damned furnace. “I washed it before sparring, knowing it could dry while your guard dog keeps watch, as opposed to sleeping without it because we both know what happens behind locked doors around here.”
“Not behind yours anymore.” His jaw ticks. “I made sure of it.”
“Because I’m supposed to trust you?”
“Yes.” A vein in his neck bulges.
“And you make it so easy.” Sarcasm drips from my voice.
“You know I can’t kill you. Fuck, Sorrengail, the entire quadrant knows I can’t kill you.” He leans into my space, eclipsing the rest of the room.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t hurt me.”
He blinks and shifts backward, composing himself in less than a heartbeat while mine still races. “Stop training with a bow staff. It’s too easy to knock out of your hands. Stick to the daggers.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t snatch it away just to prove he can.
“I was doing just fine until Tairn barged into my head with all his anger and distracted me,” I argue, my defenses rising like the hackles of a dog.
“Then learn how to block him out.” He says it like it’s just that simple.
“What, with all this power I’m wielding?” My brows rise. “Or were you unaware that I’m still not channeling?” I want to throttle him, to shake some ever-loving sense into that beautiful head of his.
He leans in so we’re almost nose to nose. “I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
Thanks to Liam.
Every inch of my body vibrates with anger, with irritation, with…whatever this electric tension is between us as we stand there, our eyes locked in combat.
“Wingleader Riorson,” Dain starts. “She’s just not used to the bond yet. She’ll learn how to block it out.”
Dain’s words sting like a blow. I inhale sharply and step back from Xaden. Good gods, we’ve been putting on a fucking show. What is it about Xaden that makes me tune out the rest of the world?
“You choose the oddest times to defend her, Aetos.” Xaden all but rolls his eyes as he looks at Dain. “And the most convenient times not to.”
Dain’s jaw clenches and his hands curl into fists at his sides.
He’s talking about Amber. I know it. Dain knows it. Everyone in this whole, awkward room knows it. Our entire squad was there when Dain demanded I call Xaden a liar.
Xaden turns those unfathomable eyes back on me. “Do us both a favor and put the fucking armor back on,” he finishes.
Before I can counter, he turns and walks off the mat, meeting Garrick at the edge.
His back.
My quiet gasp is uncontrollable, and Xaden tenses for a second before taking his shirt from Garrick’s outstretched hand and tugging it over his head, covering the navy-blue relic of a dragon that sweeps from his waist to over both shoulders—textured intricately with raised silver lines I couldn’t see from across the gym.
Silver lines I instantly recognize as scars.
“You held your own and controlled your temper,” Tairn says, an immense swell of pride flooding my chest.
“She’s ready,” Andarna adds with a giddy jolt of joy that makes me instantly light-headed.
“She’s ready,” he agrees.
…
A couple of hours later, I rip my brush through my hair in the privacy of my room, still fully dressed down to my boots and armor. I still can’t believe I made an ass of myself in front of my entire squad simply because Xaden decided to train shirtless.