My Dark Amazon by I. T. Lucas

Author:I. T. Lucas [Lucas, I. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FOLLOW I. T. LUCAS ON AMAZON
Published: 2016-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10: Kri

“You’re in a good mood today,” Anandur smirked as he helped Kri up.

They’d been sparring for a while, and she was getting tired—which was the only reason he’d succeeded in toppling her to the mat. Though bigger and stronger, Anandur wasn’t as agile and nimble as Kri. As long as she moved fast enough to evade his grip, she was good. Problem was, he knew that eventually she would run out of steam and then he would get her.

Today, though, nothing could upset her. Not even losing to the big oaf. Again.

Gone was not only the sexual frustration that had been turning her into an angry harpy, but also the painful churning in her gut. Things were back to normal between Michael and her.

Almost.

He hadn’t been ready to talk yet, but for now it was good enough. What was important was that they were back together.

She hadn’t lost him.

“Sure I am. It took you how long to win today? Forty minutes? Forty-five? I’m getting stronger and better.”

“That you are, girl. Good job.” He patted her shoulder.

Kri wondered if she’d ever be on the receiving end of the bro embrace and clap. After two decades of training with them and proving her worth, the guys were still treating her like a girl.

Just to spite him, she smiled sweetly and gave him a little princess wave. Trouble was, he didn’t get it, smiling back indulgently. Like he was proud of a kid or something.

Ugh, the guys had no idea how much it irked her.

It had been a good workout, though, and she was done for today. Grabbing her towel off the floor, Kri headed out and took the elevator up to her place.

Michael wasn’t back yet. He was still training with Arwel in one of the converted classrooms. The guy was teaching him to use his telepathic abilities. They couldn't train in the gym proper because Michael had a hard time focusing on his opponent when there were other people around. He’d have to get over that hurdle or his telepathy wouldn’t be worth shit.

After a quick shower, Kri grabbed a bite to eat, then headed out to Amanda’s. They weren't done talking. Amanda had insisted that Kri must come back to report on her progress.

Trouble was, Amanda wasn't alone when Kri got there. Dalhu was sitting on a barstool and sketching a portrait.

“Darling, would you mind working in one of the spare bedrooms? Kri and I want to have a girl talk.”

He grunted something, picked up his sketch and his charcoals, and headed down the hallway.

“Thank you!” Amanda called after him.

“I feel bad. He didn't look happy about being kicked out.”

Amanda waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense. He is grumpy because the portrait isn’t coming out the way he wants. Besides, I’ll make it up to him later. You want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“What would you like?”

“Just a beer, thank you.”

Amanda pulled a bottle out of the fridge and handed it to Kri. “You need a glass?”

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

She watched Amanda pour some weird, green liqueur for herself.

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