![]() ![]() And the warmth from his bare chest and arms was turning my fight-tensed muscles to buttery goo. The fact that he was shirtless was quickly eroding my hard-won concentration. Leaning forward, he gave me a firm kiss on the lips. “Don’t be such a sore loser, Kate,” chided Vincent. He held me a few inches off the ground as I kicked and flailed, adrenaline pumping like quicksilver through my body. But before I could grab it, I was snatched off my feet in a powerful grasp and crushed against my assailant’s chest. It crashed with a wooden clang against the stone wall behind me.ĭefenseless, I scrambled for a sword that lay a few feet away. He swept sideways, sending my weapon flying through the air. Sweat dripped into my eye, blinding me for one stinging second before my reflexes took over and forced me into motion.Ī shaft of light from a window far overhead illuminated the oaken staff as I arced it down toward my enemy’s legs. ![]() ![]() Landing in a crouch, I sprang back up, groaning with the effort, and swung my own weapon over my head. I LEAPT, DRAWING MY FEET UP BENEATH ME, AS the seven-foot quarterstaff smashed into the flagstones where I had been standing a half second before. ![]()
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