Chapter Ten
As kings have banners to mark their presence, Aleks has flying severed heads. The familiarity of it brings a smile to my lips. It shakes me free of any fear. Of course it had to be him in the hood—why had it not been plain to me before? That’s why my instincts were telling me it was time to fight.
The gory arrival skidding across the feasting table shocks Blood-Fang momentarily, but he still has time to grab his axe before I can get close enough to strike. We are face to face, poised. Even with my wild fantasies, I never imagined my first deadly combat to be with a man whose prick was bare and bulging stiff with blood. But this is it. This is the moment I have craved.
Grandfather taught me a fighter’s balance from the time I was big enough to pick up a stick and wave it in a
