Evira Vortimer.
Her eyes were glowing with her ice-blue power, a devilish smile playing on her lips.
“You wish to play with me, dragon princess?”
A growl rumbled forth. “Unless you plan to hold back like all the others. Most won’t even take me on.”
Yes, because of who she was. Well, more insultingly to her, who her father was. Draven Vortimer, High Regent of the Dracoryn Realm.
“I wouldn’t insult you, Crown Heir.”
In the next moment, I exerted more power upon the sorcerer, sending a blast through the stream that overpowered his magic, careened into him, and knocked him unconscious, wherein he dropped to the floor in a heap.
Then I shoved Evira back with my hold on her.
She stumbled for merely one step, before launching herself at me, and running me into the wall behind him, her draconic strength cracking it and winding me dearly.
It would have been much worse if my scales hadn’t rushed to the surface just before the moment of impact.
“Nice,” she breathed as she fisted her hands in my black sparring tank, and noted the black and citrine serpentine armor now covering my body.
“I believe it is only fair with your dragon hide.”
She leaned in and growled, “You still might not survive me,mighty lord.”
I smiled at her endearment.
I certainly hadn’t expected that.
Although I’d noticed her interest in me, I hadn’t foreseen this brazenness from her. She’d certainly been spending a lot of quality time with Zayn and he was impacting her… in a positive way, shockingly. While Evira was forthright and brash in other ways, that hadn’t extended to any sort of sexual situation beforehand. Things had clearly altered there.
“Still up for it?” she asked, sweeping a heated gaze the length of me.
“Was that a double entendre, Evira?”
“Don’t know what you’re getting at,” she teased.
“Hmm. So that’s how you wish to play it?”
She lifted a shoulder. “Maybe.”
My eyes morphed to their serpentine form and I hissed, my forked tongue incidentally darting out. “So be it.”
I thrust my knee up into her gut.
It did absolutely no damage—as I’d expected.
But it did have her reacting with one hand instinctively to slap it away.
And that was when I employed my actual move, ripping her other arm off me while she was mid-reaction, then slamming mypalm into her chest with a power thrust of kinetic energy forced through my body.
It sent her stumbling back.
I grinned when she recovered in mere seconds, then came at me.
We met in the middle as she threw her cement-block fist, and I evaded it by ducking low, then delivering a harsh uppercut to her jaw, then using the momentum as she launched another blow to spin around and sweep my boot at the back of her left leg.
It ripped it out from under her, and she landed on her right knee with a rough thud.
