Boyett-Compo, Charlotte - Bloodwind Triliogy 01 by Bloodwind (Hard Shell Word Factory)

Author:Bloodwind (Hard Shell Word Factory) [Bloodwind]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:09:35.607000+00:00

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�I WILL BE pissing blood for a week,� Cree complained as he brought his knees up and sat with his arms draped across them. He leaned against the bathhouse wall.

�You loosened my front teeth.� Lares wiggled his central incisors with his thumb.

�Too bad. I meant to knock them out.�

Lares chuckled. �You are not bad for a white man, I suppose. Do you get to spar like that often?�

Cree shook his head. �Not since I was at the Fleet Academy. We were only allowed to fight our own kind because ordinary men can not withstand the blows.�

�Ordinary men. I like that.� He thumped his chest. �I am not an ordinary man.�

Cree snorted. �No, you are a conceited buffoon.�

Lares grinned widely. �So you have not used your fists for anything other than playing with yourself then?�

�I did not say that,� Cree snapped, ignoring the vulgar insult. �As a matter of fact, the last man I hit, couldn't hit back and I regret that very much.�

�Why did you do it, then?� Lares didn't think much of men who picked on weaklings.

Cree stared off across the compound. �I found the prick in bed with my woman,� was the terse reply.

�Ah,� Lares said, understanding. �Being cuckolded makes a man do strange things I'm told.�

�I should have killed him,� Cree said, �but she would never have forgiven me had I done so.�

�And it means much to you for her not to think ill of you,� Lares stated. �I am familiar with the predicament.�

�I am not.�

Lares shifted his position so he could better see the Reaper in the gathering darkness. �You are the one they call the Iceman, are you not?�

�Not to my face, they don't.�

�Why do they call you this?�

Cree shrugged. �Who the hell knows? Or cares?� He thought about it for the first time in his life, and then shrugged again. �I suppose it is because I have no warmth in me. My soul is as cold as the glaciers of Chrystallus.�

�You have more fire in you than most of your race. But there's warmth and then there's warmth, eh, Jackal?�

�Aye,� Cree agreed, thinking of Bridget.

The dark man sensed where Cree's mind had gone by the look on his face. �Are you warm with your woman or do you treat her the way those Rysalian pigs treat their womenfolk?�

The Reaper flinched. �I have yet to find out,� he admitted, surprising himself that he would say such a thing to a complete stranger.

Lares nudged his companion with a heavy shoulder. �I have a woman,� he whispered. �A fine woman.� He put up his hands and drew lush curves in the air. �Big breasts; small waist; superb ass; and legs that go all the way up to that shapely ass!�

Cree grinned. �And are you warm with your woman, Taborn?�

Lares put his right hand in his lap and cupped his member. �I am as hot as, and have the cutting edge of, Ionarian steel with my J'Bai!�

�Her name is J'Bai?�

The dark man shook his head. �No, Jackal, no. A J'Bai is a man's betrothed.

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