Enemy's Queen: The Aermian Feuds Book Three by Frost Kay

Author:Frost Kay [Kay, Frost]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Tehl

Sweat dripped down Tehl’s forehead and into his eyes. He swiped a quick hand across his brow, his eyes never leaving his opponent. It took only one moment of distraction to lose your life.

His arms screamed in protest as he met his attacker head-to-head, their swords flashing in the morning light as they crashed into each other. Tehl clenched his jaw and pushed against their crossed swords, hoping to upset the other’s balance.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” his brother heckled.

Tehl spun out from their lock and retreated, his teeth bared in a ferocious smile. He kept his steps light as he maneuvered around Sam and met each thrust and cut of his sword. Every move was calculated on his part for, slowly but surely, he was wearing his opponent out.

“You have enough yet?” Tehl taunted him.

Blue eyes, so like his own, narrowed on him. “Big words for the man who passed out after yesterday’s bout.”

He glared at his brother, but didn’t take the bait. He knew better than to let anger take reign over his actions. Giving into anger made you sloppy; it made you lose. Instead, he coolly assessed his brother’s form as they sparred. The spymaster had been favoring his right side for the last five minutes.

Having ascertained what he needed to, Tehl lunged. As he moved in a sequence of attacks, Sam dropped to the ground and slid under Tehl’s arm, only to pop up behind him and place his sword on the back of Tehl’s neck.

“You lose.”

“Swamp apples,” he muttered. The crown prince’s chest sawed in and out as he fought to catch his breath. He slid his sword into his scabbard and yanked his sweat-soaked shirt over his head. A whistle had him turning his neck and arching a brow at his brother. “What?”

“By the time Sage gets home, she won’t even recognize you with all those muscles and bruises.”

Tehl scowled and shrugged on the clean shirt an Elite had handed him. He didn’t bother with the buttons and crossed his arms over his chest, self-consciousness striking him.

His brother barked out a laugh. “Only you would be embarrassed by that comment.” Sam took on a thoughtful expression. “Maybe I should have my wife kidnapped…then I could be motivated enough to look like you.”

His levity disappeared. It was like his brother had thrown cold water on him; as if he needed a reminder of his worries. “And you say I never watch my mouth.”

Sam’s smile faded. “What would you have me do? If you can’t laugh about it, why live?”

“Well, it’s not funny,” he growled back.

“You’re right, it’s not, but it’s how I handle things. You know that.”

Tehl shook his head. “Well, this time it’s not right.”

Sam scrubbed a hand down his face. “What then? Ought I to deal with this situation like you? Work constantly, hardly eat, and spar while you’re supposed to be sleeping? How’s that working for you, huh? You know you’re at the end of your rope, so you tell me which of our coping methods is healthier.

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