I shocked myself by not objecting to the idea of a hot, hard, fast fuck from the bastard.
A moment passed, and he growled and walked out of my room. “Dress, girl. Meet me in the practice room.”
I pulled on a pair of panties, satisfied that he was gone.
The practice room?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
~ Kimber ~
The room was lit up like it was midday instead of midnight.
I strode in, my own sword banging against my leg.
“Master Dorian—”
The sword whistled through the air. I bent to my right to avoid the blow and spun to pull my blade out.
I caught the return blow on the edge and saw who had just attacked me. “Master Dorian?”
“Are you going to go back to calling me that? I thought you’d be sick of giving me the title, giving me honor that’s rightfully due.” He pushed hard against my blade.
“It was an accident. You startled me awake.”
“Protocol is not something we sleep on.”
I unlocked the swords with a spin and stepped back. “You are a cranky, mean bastard,MasterDorian. I despise the fact that you are probably the only one who can teach me how to use my magic and my sword.”
“You are an undisciplined child.” He stepped forward and raised the sword again to an opening parry position.
“I am not a child, and I’m not undisciplined!” I raised my blade into an answering counter-parry. “I was in your room while you were screwing your mates that day because I was there to beg you to teach me!”
Slipping from a counter-parry into an attack stance, I didn’t hold back. I was angry, and I whirled the sword in controlled chaos, attacking him and making him retreat from me.
He started to catch the sword on his after barely knocking me away for a moment. I still pushed him back while yelling at him.
“I didn’t ask for this, and I am lucky that my father had me trained in the sword. But I need more. You call me Breaker of the Spine. You make me a temple master. You offer up your own mates to assure my power. I don’t understand. I also don’t have a choice. I need you to teach me, and it’s hell to have to ask you for this.
“When you walk into my room in the middle of the night, and demand to know why I am not naked in your bed, asleep, protocol is not on my mind!”
Finally, finally, Dorian attacked me, and I had to hold him off. “What is on your mind, little girl?”
“That you make no sense! You keep counsel with no one but yourself! Not even the other masters understand you! Your secrets can get us all killed.”
His sword flew at my head, and I had to duck again, this time rolling to my left.
“My secrets are not for your ears,” he roared and stabbed down at my leg.
I pushed back and whacked his sword away with my own. “Then why did you vote me to the robes? Why did you raise me to the dais?”
I rolled as fast as I could to my feet, but he was faster.
Finally, a challenge for me.
I drew my short sword and was able to shove his blade to a new direction.
Master Dorian kicked his foot out and hit my wrist, the long sword flying out of my hand. “You needed protection.”
