Sastra turned to Jason, watching, amazed as the man straightened and with the toe of his boot caught the bottom of his sword hilt and flipped it. Within seconds it landed neatly in the palm of his hand, ready to use.
‘That’s a neat trick,’ she couldn’t think of anything else to say. What was going on?
‘Let’s get inside,’ he stepped closed to her, walking with more ease than she had expected.
‘You’re injured…’ she protested. He swung an arm over her shoulders and leant against her as they walked.
‘Sometimes,’ he murmured slowly, ‘it’s best to let the enemy think you’re more injured than you are…’
‘We would have been alright?’ She choked on the words, heart hammering in her throat.
‘We would have been alright.’
‘Jason-’
He cut her off with a kiss, pausing at the door to the barn wit
