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He continues to mark his steps until he’s directly in front of me. His proximity is close enough I can smell him.
“I never said I trust you fully, but you have proved your loyalty.”
My brows furrow. “What else do I have to do? Save Wicked too?”
“Wicked?”
My shoulders bunch. “Mal, I mean.”
He squints slightly, confused. I release a heavy sigh. “What do I need to do to get my own room?”And to get away from you.
An intrigued gleam sparkles in his brassy eyes, diverting down for a second before gazing back at me. A dark flint casting over him—and that’s when I knew it wasn’t anything good.
“Fight for it.”
I blink rapidly. “Fight. For it,” I respond slowly, making sure I understand correctly.
“Yes. If you want it? Then fight me for it.”
This time I let out a laugh. “And that’s all I have to do? One little fight?”
A slow, sinister smile creeps on his lips. The gash on it lifting. “You seem confident about this.”
I am, partially. The last time we physically fought, he nearly knocked me unconscious. This time, that won’t happen. I’m fighting for my freedom here.
I thread my fingers through my curls. His eyes follow the movement, then his gaze shifts, watching me. “What are the rules?”
“You win, you move to your own room. Simple as that.”
Nothing is ever simple. There’s always a catch. “And if I lose?”
He smirks, lowering his gaze again, then hooding them. Evil bastard. Looking dark and sexy as hell, with a dimple so deep Ican stick a finger in it. “You lose. I get to kiss you, and you will continue staying with me until I say otherwise.”
My heart plummets to the ground, and my face reddens, hot like steam is blowing on it. “I—” I collect myself. I can’t do that. “That’s ridiculous and unfair.”
“Life isn't fair, little snake, but I thought you were confident of winning. Surely, you’ve got this.” His words make me feel unsure of it all.
I swallow. “I am.” I purse my lips. “What kind of fight is this?”
“Fencing.”
Perfect. The general—my dad—had me studying and practicing the art of fencing for three years until I became undefeated. This will work.
“How do I know you won’t renege.”
“My word is bond. I never break it. Ever.” His face turns serious.
I can believe that. He doesn’t seem the type to not keep his word. “Let’s do it. I’ll meet you in the arena.”
I turn on my heel, ready to walk out.
“Anita.” He doesn’t even need to shout to make my heart jump when he calls my name.
I glance over my shoulder. He stands there, arms crossed. “You better be ready.”
I swallow again, sweat tickles my scalp. I’m more nervous than ever now. What did I get myself into?
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