My neck grew warm at the attention, but I said nothing, pretending still like all of my focus was turned on the outfit in my hands rather than the man behind me. Eventually, Hector broke the silence.“Going somewhere?” he asked softly.The sound of his already deep voice turned husky from sleep warm
Our eyes met, and she gave me a small nod of acknowledgement that I returned.Then she spoke.“Come to get your hands dirty today, pretty boy?”The question caught me off guard, and I was left feeling even more so once it registered that she was referring to Hector, who gave a noncommittal shrug as
Layla’s POVI expected the fight to begin immediately, with Conan charging after Hector or vice versa, but that didn’t happen. In fact, neither man moved from their starting position as they stood considering each other, and this only made me more nervous.Hector was an Alpha in his own right, and
Conan’s body was a killing machine honed to perfection, and even when Hector hit him he seemed to barely feel it. It was like hitting a rock—a biologically enhanced rock—who would draw the fight out for as long as he needed to.“TAP OUT!” a woman beside me screamed suddenly, cupping her hands around
Layla’s POVHearing her call me up shouldn’t have made my stomach twist in on itself, filling up with dread, but it did—and this wasn’t a simple case of nerves either.I mean, I HAD come here to fight; switch things up as my visits to Evie’s had made me feel like I was going completely crazy. I had
But I continued to approach, and when I got close enough I threw a series of punches that he only clumsily fended off until my knuckles caught him under his chin, sending him crumpling to the ground with a muffled scream.I froze with my arm still raised in a punch that I never got to deliver, frown
Layla’s POV“I could’ve taken care of myself, you know—”Tears pricked my vision, and a sharp hiss escaped me, cutting the rest of my words off as the healer (a portly old she wolf, who’d styled her silver hair in a severe bun) adjusted my head to get a better view of the last of my injuries.Her na
The middle aged woman had been silent throughout, but as the sound of running water from the tap filled the room my anger eased as I got the sense that she wanted to say something.But she didn’t. Not immediately, at least, as she turned the tap off, before reaching for a few paper towels to dry her