Laarn was on cloud f*****g nine.
Not only had Jess given him her token, but she’d looked at him. Actually looked at him, at his body. The heat he’d seen in her eyes said she’d seen him as a man, not his scars. That look would remain stored in his memory forever and even now, as he faced off against the third warrior in his group, the memory was enough to send a bolt of lust through his body.
He growled as the male in front of him launched an attack so predictable he could have countered it in his sleep. How the male had gotten this far, onto the sands for a tournament, he had no clue, but one thing was for sure. He was leaving the competition right now.
Moving like a liras snake, Laarn sidestepped the clumsy attack and reached out as the warrior rushed past him. Two fingers jammed into
