The Sins of an Heir (The Faeblood Series Book 2) by MK Lorber

Author:MK Lorber [Lorber, MK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Pom Press, LLC
Published: 2023-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

After a search of the clearing, she found him in the armory, pounding the straw bale used for target practice.

His hair was damp at the edges, darkening to a near black. Beads of sweat rolled down his back in rivulets.

She tracked their path to the waistband of his leathers.

There was a rhythm to his strikes, even when he dropped his guard and sent a sloppy hook to the side.

She stood there for who knew how long, studying him. It was clear she wasn’t the only one who suffered a terrible afternoon.

“Keep up your right.” She leaned against a column, savoring the cool stone against her heated temple. “You leave your face unprotected after your left.”

“What do you want?” Erik asked without taking his eyes off the bale.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He landed another two jabs, followed by an uppercut. When she didn’t answer, he repeated, “What do you want?”

“We don’t have time to list all the things I want.” She couldn’t prevent the harsh laugh that escaped. “As for why I came, Lady Stella took immense pleasure in informing me your father changed the rules for the Grimoire Games.”

Maia pushed off the column, straightening.

“We need to change our tactics. I mean…” she said with her hands. “Forms are a good place to start, but we must add sparring. Perhaps with a shield. Maybe you can figure out from your father if he intends to allow shields. Lady Newhiel says otherwise, but I want to be sure. It would require a new strategy.”

“Seems like you have it all figured out. If you will excuse me, I’m busy.”

“You promised to help.” Her eyes darted between the destroyed hay bale, the bloodstains on his wraps, and the set of his shoulders. “I know hand-to-hand combat but need your guidance for swords.”

It was the wrong thing to say. She barged in full bore and had overlooked how pissed off he was. Typical. She couldn’t take it back now.

“I promised to sponsor you. Not instruct.” Erik ran his hand over his hair. “Besides, there’s not enough time. You’ll never be ready.”

A single-leg takedown would’ve been less shocking.

“I deserve your best.” Maia grabbed his arm, her fingers slipping to his elbow. Erik looked down his nose, but she didn’t let go.

“My best?” Erik swung his arm free and unwrapped his hands. “You need more than my support. I am naught but a nobleman, good for healing minor injuries and providing Ladies with their precious face creams.”

“Stop. I don’t have time for self-deprecation. My territory’s future is at stake.”

“Haven’t you heard a word I said? It’s too late.”

“If you won’t help with training, perhaps you’ll reconsider bringing up the possibility of female recruits to the High Table.” She took a step forward, adding, “I know it’s a lot to ask for a new High Lord. Perhaps when this is over—”

“I lost my bid to join the High Table.” Erik chuckled darkly. “As I mentioned, your husband is naught but a courtier. I have no more sway with the laws than I have with dinner arrangements.

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