They fought back-to-back—her disciplined, elegant thrusts; his wild, crushing swings. When Gurik lunged for Kaelen’s exposed back, Seraphina parried the blow and ran the traitor through.
He held out his hand. She refused. He sighed, tossed her a spare fur, and slept ten feet away, his back turned to her. That night, shivering and proud, she realized her hatred was becoming something thornier and more dangerous: respect. hime kishi wa banzoku no yome
A roar erupted from the horde. Not of mockery, but of celebration. She refused
He laughed—a raw, surprised sound. Then he winced, clutching his side. “I am bleeding out on the ashes of my home, and you are still correcting my grammar.” A roar erupted from the horde
She cut down three berserkers before she found Kaelen, his back against a burning wagon, fighting off Gurik and four of his men. He was wounded, bleeding from a gash in his side. He saw her and roared, “Get back, lioness! This is not your fight!”