Arantha protect me.
“I can beat him.” The words seemed to come from someone else's mouth, but she felt steel coalesce in her gut. She hoped it shone through her eyes. The look of determination on Warran's face, including his familiar smirk, told her it did.
Warran strode up to his younger brother just as Agedor loosed another shot, which struck the target right next to his previous arrow. “The challenge is offered, brother,” he announced. “Name your stakes.”
The look of haughty contempt on Agedor's face had vanished, replaced by one of droll amusement. “You're not going to let this go, are you?”
Warran nocked an eyebrow at him. “We've been brothers how long?”
“Of all the ways to challenge me, this is how you choose to do it? You know I have not lost a contest of archery since I was si
