Chapter Twenty-One
The clear skies were beautiful with only a few nonthreatening, white clouds dotting the horizon. The air was crisp and cold, and when she breathed out, a puff of condensation appeared. However, Leira’s eyes were glued to how Ezair danced out of the way of her husband’s ball of fire. Without missing a beat, Ezair swung his sword at the duke’s chest, using *Cloud Stance, though the duke easily batted it away. “Ha!” the duke chuckled. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to knock me off balance and land a blow.” Ezair quickly switched into **Flame Stance, his eyes glistening with mirth and mischief. “Is that a challenge I’m hearing, m’lord?” “Always,” he taunted in return, giving silent approval to the mercenary to go all out. Licking his lips with delight, the other leaped i
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