“And yet that is the rider Tairn chose,” Jack mocks, talking to someone in his squad as he grins maliciously at the edge of the mat. “I’m starting to think he chose wrong, but considering I haven’t seen you wield any powers, I bet you’re thinking the same thing, too, aren’t you, Sorrengail? Shouldn’t you have twice the ability to channel with two dragons?”
It doesn’t work like that with Andarna, but none of them know that.
Liam stands, putting himself between Jack and me as the first trickle of air dances into my lungs.
“Simmer down, Mairi. I’m not going to attack your little charge. Not when I can just challenge her in a couple of weeks and accidentally snap her scrawny neck in front of an audience.” Jack folds his arms across his chest and watches me struggle with pure pleasure. “Tell me, though, you are getting tired of playing the nursemaid, aren’t you?” His friend from First Wing offers him something—a slice of the orange he’s eating—and Jack shoves his hand away at the wrist. “Get that noxious shit away from me. Do you want me to end up in the infirmary?”
“Walk the fuck away, Barlowe,” Liam warns, dagger in hand.
I manage one breath, then two as Jack’s gaze rises from me to someone standing behind me. That look on his face, half envy, half shitting himself, means it has to be Xaden.
“She’s only alive because of you,” Jack spits, but the blood drains from his face.
“Right, because I’m the one who buried a dagger in your shoulder at Threshing.”
Finally breathing somewhat normally, I scramble for my feet, clutching the staff with both hands.
“We could just settle this now,” Jack says, sidestepping Liam to look me in the eyes. “If you’re done hiding behind the big, strong men.”
My stomach hollows out because he’s right. The only reason I don’t accept his challenge is because I’m not sure I’ll win, and the only reason he isn’t attacking me is because of Liam and Xaden. If I attack Jack now, they’ll kill him. Garrick’s hulking frame appears to the left, and I begrudgingly add him to my list of protectors. Hell, even Imogen has inched closer, but not on my behalf.
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.”
