Mark of the Fae: A Fated Mates Fae Romance (Shadow Court Book 2) by KJ Baker

Mark of the Fae: A Fated Mates Fae Romance (Shadow Court Book 2) by KJ Baker

Author:KJ Baker [Baker, KJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K J Baker
Published: 2021-02-01T05:00:00+00:00


“HOW MANY TIMES?” FFION snapped. “Don’t pivot that way because you’re exposing your midriff. Do you want to get sliced in half? Do you want to see your guts spilling onto the ground?”

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to remain calm, even though I really, really wanted to whack her over the head with my staff.

“Fine. Let’s go again.”

She came at me at once, a series of lightning strokes so fast I could barely track her. But this time I managed to parry them all, using the sequence of moves she’d taught me. I felt a savage elation as her staff struck wood rather than my body. Heck, I even managed to pivot away from her in the direction she indicated this time, earning a grunt of approval. Coming from Ffion, that was as good as applause.

“Better,” she said. “You’re more focused today.”

I nodded. I didn’t bother to tell her that I’d been imagining Simeon Ash as my opponent, visualizing smacking his smug face. It had made the moves that much easier.

Nor did I tell her that I felt as homesick as hell or that what she’d told me about the Fae life-span played on my mind, no matter how much I tried to put it out of my head. Add to that the worry over the refugees, Rillana, and the general uncomfortableness of my being here at all and, yeah, I had one or two issues to work through.

“Again,” I said.

Before she could react, I sprang at her. A thrill of satisfaction went through me as her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Good. I’d caught her off guard. But my satisfaction lasted less than a second. Ffion recovered almost instantly, catching my staff across her own, parrying the blow, then sweeping my legs out from under me.

I landed on my back with a thump, all the breath knocked out of me. I found myself staring up at the ceiling of the royal apartments—the only place Ffion thought we could get any privacy with the way the palace was suddenly abuzz.

Damn it! And I thought I’d been making progress!

Ffion’s face appeared above me. She could barely hide the smirk trying to pull the corners of her mouth. “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I’ve been training since I was a child and you’re...new to this.”

And you’re just a mortal, were clearly the words she’d meant to say. Frustration made me want to scream. I was so god-damned sick of it!

I held out my hand. “Help me up, would you?”

Ffion took my hand and I yanked her with all my strength. She stumbled and I kicked her in the calf and tripped her, just as she’d done with me. She gave a surprised gasp and then thumped onto her back at my side.

I raised myself onto one elbow and gave her a smile. “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. Us mortals fight dirty.”

White-hot fury flashed in her eyes. “Why, you little—”

“Having fun?”

My head whipped round. Raven lounged against the door frame, a faint smile on his face.



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