Chapter Ten
My eyes were a little blurry when Arthur and I stepped over the threshold of the armory. The sun had set and last meal would be served shortly. The great smells hit my nose, a low whistle hit my ears, and red hit my eyes.
Ginger-haired Lance came to a dead stop in the middle of the hall. He took in Arthur’s bare, sweaty chest and the bruises darkening his skin. He took in my mussed hair and the slight swelling of my upper lip where Arthur had gotten me. They were such minor wounds to beings like us that would be completely healed within the hour. But I was sure the sight of it looked as though we’d been doing something other than sparring.
Lance arched an eyebrow at Arthur. The brow raise was loud and clear for Dude, did you hit that?
Arthur didn’t even bother to correct hi
