And there he was. My mate’s hair was wild. His eyes locked onto mine, simmering with rage. Say something, he said into my mind. “I’m okay,” I panted. Do you need me? I dodged a blow from the male on the right—I’d broken his nose with that elbow—and pivoted, kicking out at the other male hard. The sole of my boot slammed into his rib cage. Staggering sideways, he righted himself and came again, but I was ready. My short swords blazed light, power singing like lightning through my veins. No. I was firm. I’ve got this.
