Page 87 of Broken Souls

“Not your dick. Your balls.”

He looks at me warily as I shift into a fool’s guard position, the blade pointed at the ground in front of me and off to the side as I bend my knees, ready to move forward or back as needed. He holds his up in a roof guard, his blade pointed back, with his hands up by his head, reminiscent of a baseball bat.

“Is this a very weird way of asking if I’m planning on having kids?” he asks as he darts forward and swings for my head.

I bring my sword up to parry. His blade slides off the tip of mine as he completes his arc. He swivels his wrists, swinging it around over his head, continuing to carry that momentum for a second blow. I raise my sword once more as I shift to the side. The clink of the metal resonates around the gym, cut by the heavy beat of his feet as he barrels past me. I lunge forward as he tries to stop and turn, and my sword raps him on the shoulder. That hand drops as he shakes it out with a small yelp.

“You are pathetic,” I say.

His sword slips from his other hand as he holds it palm out and shouts, “No, I am your – ow!”

The pommel of my sword knocks him in the head even as I’m tossed backwards by his telekinesis. The fucker is too predictable, and I threw my blade at him before he managed to fire off his shot.

“Why the fuck aren’t we wearing face masks?” he yells as his magic releases me. He’s backpedaling, one hand to his forehead, and I twist in the air so I’m facing the ground and extend my arms out in front of me with my elbows slightly bent. I roll over my head as I hit the ground, push off, pivot, then charge at him as he still has his hand over his face, blocking his vision.

He lowers his arm just as I slide on my knees and wrap both of my arms around his right leg. I pivot around him, bringing up a foot to plant behind him. My left arm rises up between his legs, slamming up into his crotch as the other wraps around his waist.

He gasps, then creaks, “Oh, come –” as I arch backwards, flipping his body over mine and slamming him onto the mat.

“Oooonnn…”

I roll onto my feet.

“I swear...if you kick me while I’m down,” he says as he lies there wheezing at the ceiling. “I won’t marry whoever the fuck you want me to marry.”

“Stormie Green.” His childhood crush. We need to forge alliances andnow. Antonio was playing with us last night, testing his experiment in the field while trying to psyche us out, showing us what we’ll be up against if we go against him. The wolf was sick, probably already dying. How long until he perfects his craft and manages to create a whole army of them?

Whereas my thoughts take a darker turn, Enoch’s clearly doesn’t. He sits up, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He rubs a hand over his head, and the tired gecko mohawk he has gets a second life as he uses his telekinesis to put all the strands back in place.

I look at him dryly; what a waste of magic. “She isn’t even here,” I say.

“When she coming?”

“Few weeks if you acc–”

“I accept.”

I frown.I bet I could’ve kicked him in the balls. Got out a bit more of my rage.

His eyes narrow slightly as he studies me. “You don’t look happy about it.”

“I’m fine.”

“How are you and Mi–”

“Get up,” I say as I pick up my sword. “I want to go another round.”

He snorts. “Ain’t happening. I’ve let you hit me for over an hour. I’m starving. I haven’t even had breakfast yet, and I don’t want to risk a blow to my balls when we’re all fucking Khalid’s girl later. I have to last as long as Ez, or he’s never going to let it go.”

My fingers tighten on my sword. Yet another reason why I want to go another round. After we got home last night, Khalid told me about what he needed to complete the bond.

“I need you…and the rest of our brothers…” Khalid’s jaw clenches, the words heavily strained. His dark eyes flash with a desire to kill everything around him, but this is the price of a blood bond. The djinnis who gifted us the ability to choose our own mates didn’t do so out of kindness. They wanted entertainment, and nothing makes them happier than seeing witches tear each other apart by hurting those they love.

“What?” I press, itching to leave this conversation and get back to my girl. I need to make sure she’s okay. I need to fucking apologize for what I did to her.

He glances away. Breathes out, battling with his anger before looking back at me. “I need you all to fuck her and come inside her at the same time she does.”

My lungs stop as the very soul of me freezes. I can’t do that to Micha. I don’t want to do this. She’s the first person I’ve been with, and I want her to be the last.