“What the fuck?” Sam and Sorin both grab one of the knives and try to crowd in front of me.
“It is okay.” I try to say.
“No, it is not.” Sam says sternly. “That is a demoni! They only bring chaos and death, him being here is dangerous Alaceandra. Who knows who sent him, we need to--”
“More of them, really? Nice to make your acquaintance too, Sam.”Baldar huffs, cutting off Sam and causing him to bring his attention firmly back to the creature.
I squint at him. “How do you know his name.”
“You can talk to him?” Sorin says, his voice filled with incredulity.
“She summoned him, as far as we know anyway, not some grand enemy, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” the prince says, his voice bored.
“What?” Sorin turns slightly towards me. “How did you—” He pauses and flicks his eyes between the prince and me. He raises his brows, a glint of interest in his eyes. “I see... You two didmore than sleeping then.” He does not seem upset, just curious and maybe slightly resigned.
The prince smirks. “I can see you have had experience with her coming into her powers as well then.”
A blush steals over my cheeks. “What is that supposed to mean? If you think we—well we did not, we just—”
“We can talk about this later,” Sam growls, still glaring at Baldar. He did not seem surprised by the revelation I summoned Baldar, rather just annoyed by his presence here.
“Of course he is not surprised, he’s—”
Sam clatters the knife he was holding back down on the table and Baldar huffs again.
“I will be keeping an eye on you,” Sam says seemingly to Baldar. “Lace, please put on some of the leathers that were left for you in your quarters. We will start training today on some more dagger work in an hour. Do not be late.” He grabs a bit of cheese and scoops Baldar up before quickly leaving the room.
Sorin looks at his friend and sighs. “I-I need to go check on him,” he says before racing after Sam.
Baldar’s squeaks echo after them.“See you soon!”
Ptheryeth I am fucked, am I not?
My gaze flits over to the prince who I have once again been left alone with and I groan, looking towards the door, towards escape.
He smiles. “Looks like a nerve was struck.” His tone screams arrogance, and he lets out a small laugh. “Go on now, Dove, fly along.” He waves a hand in my direction. “I will not stop your retreat… this time.”
With a frustrated sigh, I rise and hurry from the room.
Chapter twenty-nine
Let the Training Commence
Alaceandra
Supple black leathers hug my body as I find myself in a position I never thought I would be in. Sam straddling me, his dagger poised at my throat. He has bested me for the thousandth time and my brow is drenched in sweat, every bit of me aching with exertion. I have not seen Baldar since Sam grabbed him at breakfast, and I really hope he is okay. Forsome reason I have grown attached to the small creature and his absence is unsettling.
Sam looks glorious, his toned chest glistening in the sunlight. The gentle weight of his body presses me to the ground firmly. Since the leathers are fashioned into intricately detailed pants and a long-sleeved shirt, I can feel his warmth seeping into me. Every single time we find ourselves in this position, me pinned under Sam, both chests heaving with the strain of the fight, I start to notice more and more about him. The man I always used to think was more of an intellectual than a fighter, has quite the build. His body is lean, but not wiry. His movements speak of years of training and brutal precision.I wonder how he has kept this part of himself secret from me.I had been crushing on him as much as I was Sorin, but now it seems like I do not even know him. Not in this form. I am battling between feeling excited by this new change in him or terrified.Time will tell.He shifts on top of me and I cannot help but notice the erection that has been slowly growing throughout our training session. The erection that Sam is now doing his best not to press against me.What would this position be like without clothes between us?
Chest heaving, I let out a frustrated groan.Shush brain!My body has been geared up since being in the caveand the riverwith Sorin. If that was not bad enough now there is the prince to contend with. I am a wound-up ball of need, and it is driving me insane. I should not be letting myself feel this way. I am betrothed to the prince for goodness' sake! My actions with Sorin alone would disgrace me.But the prince seems okay with it.I remind myself.And so does Sorin.Even still, I have not even hinted at my interest in Sam. It would be greedy to think I could have the three of them.But still…Sam twists on top of me causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.What is wrong with me?
“Okay, okay!” I wiggle beneath the blade. “I yield, Sam. This is impossible, you have years of experience there is no way I am going to beat you.” I groan. Sexual and physical frustration ensuring my bad mood.
He sighs, then moves his wooden blade from my neck before rolling away from me. “It is not impossible. You just need more practice and to pay attention.” He offers me a hand, giving me a stern look. “The creatures out here are skilled, I would know.” He runs a hand over where his injury is now wrapped in bandages. “I need to prepare you to fight them if it comes to that.”
The reminder dampens my arousal. “Are you sure you should even be training me? You cannot be fully healed yet. You still have six more days according to Sylvie.”
He stands, readjusting his position so that we may begin again. “I am fine, Lace, I appreciate your worry, but it is unwarranted. Now please return to starting position.”
