Kyon POV
For a moment, the challenge just hung between the two men like an arrow frozen in midair by a spell.
Jiro interrupted, in a voice that quivered so slightly that you'd have to know him well to detect the nervousness, “If you choose to accept this challenge, there are rules …"
Alpha Marcus wasn't listening. His eyes gleamed with hunger, and he took off the pendant around his neck, carved in the shape of icicles. He tossed it at Kyon. “I do accept your challenge."
In one smooth move, Kyon snatched the pendant before it struck his face. “I hope you have more moves than just throwing jewelry."
Marcus laughed, and it sounded as smooth as honey. “Oh, I do, and you will see them soon enough. But this is a symbolic gesture."
Dane cleared his throat, and in that stormy blue gaze, Kyo
