The Keeper's Retribution: A Chosen Novel (The Keepers Book 2) by Meg Anne

Author:Meg Anne [Anne, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Words That Sparkle
Published: 2019-08-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“Alright, Ms. Effie. You are free to go.”

Effie was already up and moving toward the door before the healer finished speaking.

“In a hurry to be somewhere?” the woman, whose name Effie thought was Vesta, asked with a chuckle.

She paused long enough to shoot Vesta a harried grin. “I need to make sure I haven’t missed anything while I’ve been locked up—I mean recovering.”

Vesta winked. “In case it helps narrow your search, I heard the Guardians mention wanting to settle a score while they were waiting for answers. I’m not sure what they meant, but maybe it means something to you?”

“Settle a score?” Effie repeated, her brows dropping. Who among us has a score to settle? Is Lucian having some kind of showdown with Kieran? Head snapping up, Effie started running. If he was, she wasn’t about to miss it.

“At least pretend you’re going to take it easy!” the healer shouted after her.

Heart racing, Effie sprinted down the corridors, narrowly avoiding crashing into Kait in her hurry to get to the training room.

“Oof, sorry!” Effie called, barely slowing.

“Hey, Effie! Have you seen Tess or Jo? I can’t find them.”

“No, sorry. Not in a few days,” Effie said over her shoulder, making the final turn.

Pushing open the double doors, she staggered to a halt. As expected, men were sparring, but neither Lucian nor Kieran were in the ring. The former was standing against the far wall, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Ronan and Kael circle each other. The latter was nowhere to be found.

Now that she was thinking about it, Effie hadn’t seen Kieran at all since their return from the jungle. He hadn’t even made a point to visit her while she’d been confined to the healing wing, which was highly unusual. While it was true she’d asked him to give her space, Effie hadn’t actually expected him to respect her wishes. Not when he’d made a point of blatantly disregarding them up until now.

So where was he?

The sound of masculine grunts pulled her attention, and Effie moved to sit along the benches set in the far back of the room, her curiosity piqued. Ronan was one of the best warriors she’d ever known, but the Guardian had been fighting since long before he was born. This was a match worth watching.

Both men were shirtless, sweat dripping down their heavily muscled bodies. Ronan’s red hair was tied up in a sloppy knot, strands sticking to his forehead and neck as he swung a fist at Kael’s face.

Kael dropped and spun, his own arm pulling back to strike Ronan in the ribs, but the Shield anticipated the move and was dropping his elbow into Kael’s back, just above his kidney. Kael grunted and staggered, his knee dropping to the mat.

“That’s a point and the match,” Ronan whooped.

“I’m still recovering,” Kael muttered, rising. “Don’t think this was a fair fight.”

Ronan grinned, his blue eyes glittering like shards of ice. “Anytime you want a rematch, just let me know.”

“Count on it,” Kael said as they grasped forearms.

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