Vox by Starr Huntress & Nancey Cummings

Author:Starr Huntress & Nancey Cummings [Huntress, Starr]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Menura Press

Vox

Vox waited. He listened.

His opponent moved silently, not disturbing the sand of the arena floor.

The rush of air was his only warning. Vox ducked and moved quickly, rolling away.

A foot hit him solidly in the back and pinned him to the ground. “You waste too much time on unnecessary maneuvers.”

Vox picked himself up from the floor. Blindfold still secure, he turned to face Mylomon. “Yes, but it would have looked cool if I succeeded.”

Mylomon snorted. “This preoccupation with looking cool will get you killed.”

A female gasped.

His female.

Vox tore off the blindfold. Carrie stood with her arms folded across her chest. “What are you doing? Is that a sword? Why are you blindfolded?”

“Training, my mate,” Vox said, using his most soothing tone of voice.

“But that’s sword. And you couldn’t see him swinging it at you.”

“It is only a dull edge,” Mylomon said, holding out the sword for her to inspect.

That did not help.

She backed away like it was a viper. “You’re crazy. What if you hurt yourself?”

With that dull edge weapon? Hardly. “Fear not. Mahdfel heal quickly.”

“Quickly? That’s why you got that big scar on your face? Because you heal too fast to be seriously hurt?”

Vox couldn’t help his grin. His mate was clever. His mate had a keen eye. “You told me you like my scar?”

Carrie back away, eyes wide at his seductive tone. “I, uh, this—”

She shoved grease stained paper at him.

“Mercy wore down the warlord,” he said, reading the invitation. “We shall attend.”

“Daisy helped me pick out a dress,” she said.

“Of course she did,” Mylomon grumbled. “My mate will insist I attend?”

“Pretty positive she said something about your formal uniform.”

Mylomon grunted. Not even Vox could interpret that.

“Are we finished?” Vox asked.

Another grunt. Vox took it to be affirmative.

“And you, mate?” he asked, pulling his mate to him. “Do you like a warrior in formal uniform?”

She wiggled in his grasp but did not seem to mind the sweat or the sand clinging to his bare chest. “I think this is pretty good, honestly.”

How fortunate was he?

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