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After a healer released Miller, Rein had rummaged around in his brain, searching for lies about his escape from Cerberus. The Brit sweated the deep dive through his mind, worrying it could set off the bomb. When it didn’t, he settled in at the Covenkirk stronghold. Since his style was not to sit around twiddling his dick, he explored. The building. The grounds. Anywhere he was allowed to go. When those adventures grew boring, ants resumed their march through his nervous system.
Finally, the British Custodes Templii leader called Kole. He needed something to do which didn’t include obsessing about triggering an explosion in his head. Though Cerberus wanted him to meet other Blood Coven mates, he didn’t care what the asshole ordered. He did need activity and time to figure out how to keep the shifter from using a remote which would leave him braindead.
Maybe he could sweet-talk Kole into using his skills. Before he could enter the office, an angry dark-haired woman in a long skirt barreled out with Roark hot on her heels. The asshole bumped his arm but didn’t even bother to nod. Miller was okay with the lack of attention. It was better for him if the shifter was otherwise occupied rather than thinking about him.
With a glance over his shoulder, Miller wandered into the big demon commander’s presence. He tried for nonchalance while he pleaded his case. It worked until a tall, well-toned woman answered a summons from Kole, hustling into the room. Miller’s eyes were no longer on board with his insouciant demeanor. They surveyed the female with unashamed hunger.
Damn.
She was amazing. At a few inches shorter than his six-four frame, most of her body was bare leg shown to perfection by snug shorts. He shifted his gaze to a cropped top which exposed a glittering gem in her belly button.
Miller figured he’d start there, his pearly whites nipping at the jewelry. He’d move up to tongue the nipples which pressed against her tee. The woman’s straight black hair whipped around her shoulders like a sheet of silk when she spun toward him, finally realizing he was present.
Someone called his name. More than once. Glancing toward the gruff voice, he shook off his fascination with the sexy Firebrand. Kole was staring at him. The hot woman’s eyes pinned him, too.
“What? Did I miss something?” Miller asked.
“I’m gonna love this,” said the demon. “Galena, meet your new sparring partner.”
She put her hands on the upper curve of her hips while she circled him. “Hmm.” She squeezed his bicep, which he flexed without thinking. “Arms are good.” He tensed his glutes when she patted his ass. “Better than average butt. Maybe a little tire around the middle.” Galena delivered the insult standing boot to loafer, her startling blue gaze locked on him.
“You need specs, luv.” He punched his abs. “Tight as a nun’s twat.”
“You need a good workout,” she shot back.
“Couldn’t agree more. Your place or mine?”
“You wish, asshole. What’ll it be? Hand-to-hand, weapons, or sexual entendres at ten paces?”
“Yeah,” said Kole, chuckling. “Gonna love this. Hope you heal fast, human.”
Galena spun on a heel to leave while beckoning him with a crooked finger. Miller followed, chatting her up. “Are all holds allowed?”
“If you catch me, anything’s fair.”
The woman was too confident. He was bigger, had more body mass. His odds of grabbing something were good.
“You’re gonna have to get rid of your fancy-ass duds, human.”
“I look sharp, though, huh?” He fingered the black silk shirt he’d borrowed from a guy named Ram. About the same size, the two men had similar tastes in clothes. Miller also snatched his Gucci loafers, Zegna light wool pants, and the Tom Ford shirt.
In the locker room near Kole’s office, Galena pointed toward a row of shelves. “Take your pick. Spare stuff.”
He rifled through a few boxes, selecting a XXL muscle shirt and soft, loose jersey sweats. “Men’s changing area?”
“Unisex, sweetie. Drop your drawers.” She leaned a shoulder against a locker, crossing her arms, kicking a foot against the metal door while she watched.
Miller shrugged before giving Galena a good show, slowly unbuttoning the silk shirt and slipping it from his shoulders. Puffing out his chest, he found a hanger and, with a wide grin, did right by the designer. He toed off the leather loafers, arranging them side by side. Next came the trousers which he hung, creases sharp. With only boxers on, he raised his arms, performing a three-sixty for the lady’s benefit.
“I’m getting bored here,” said Galena, but Miller caught the glint in her eyes.
“You’re very hard on my ego, luv.” He jammed on the workout pants and shrugged into the muscle shirt. “All ready. May the best bloke win.”
“She will. Follow.”
They exited by a different door, entering the training area. Nearly half of the huge, cavernous room was fitted with mats, most of which were occupied. Galena unlaced and kicked off her boots. Pointing at an empty space, she sauntered to the center on shapely, lean, muscled legs.
“Show me what you got.” She crouched, sidestepping, circling.
