Dream of Dragons: Dragon Tails by Aja James

Author:Aja James [James, Aja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-02T23:00:00+00:00

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Wolfe was impressed.

He didn’t know why, for he knew Rui was a formidable warrior with unfathomable skills, but to see her in action…

He was impressed.

When they tallied up the results from the morning’s race, target shooting and hunt, she was the clear winner in every category except for the hunt. Though he suspected that was by her own design. Because she excelled so well in the other parts of the event, she was comfortably counted in the group that advanced to the next round.

She raced through the obstacle course like her horse had spouted wings. It was a fast horse, but she rode it not just as if they were one, but more like she was weightless. Like she wasn’t even there.

However, she was clearly present, for the arrows she let fly, easily hitting every target dead center. Sometimes, she released two or three arrows at a time, using the angle, the wind, and the feathered ends to direct them to different targets.

He’d never seen anyone shoot like her.

For the hunt, she only killed one small squirrel, the arrow she used cleanly skewering through its neck. Instant death. While others brought back larger game, some more than one. It was enough to see her through the competition.

Wolfe himself was the fourth hunter to return from the forest, following the obstacle course. He brought back a wild hog, the largest game amongst the group.

Rui had looked upon his kill with a twist of her lips, showing her disdain, before looking away again.

She didn’t look at him at all.

He was glad.

And yet he fumed.

He could hardly blame her for ignoring his presence, when he went out of his way to ignore her. But he did.

He wanted her to seek him out. Look his way.

He wanted to see her eyes. Find desire and passion in them.

To know that she still wanted him. Burned for him. The way he burned for her.

To know that it hadn’t simply been the scratching of an itch, the satisfying of a curiosity with a big, scarred, scary brute.

Did she still wear his essence on her skin? Could she still taste him on her tongue?

Bloody hell, but he was a mess.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, for the heralds had begun announcing the morning’s winners and sword fight pairings.

Sixteen contestants stepped forward, one by one, to receive the nod of acknowledgement from the king and queen in the royal stands.

Well, the queen, if not the king.

Arthur remained silent and immobile in his seat, his face lined beyond his physical age, eyes sunken with dark bags underneath. Guinevere looked beautiful and perfect as always. So much so that there was a glow around her person. She looked like the angels that filled children’s stories.

But looks were deceiving, as Wolfe well knew.

He casually surveyed the opponents in his group.

He was glad that Lancelot and Modred were in his set instead of Rui’s. Gawain was the strongest adversary in hers.

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