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Another step away, this one at an angle. “Pardon?”
“Fuse. He sensed I was a witch and thought it would be a good idea to become my familiar. I resisted the connection and he tried to strong arm me. I don’t take kindly to anyone forcing anything on me, especially not a permanent bond, so I put him on the ground.”
If that wasn’t parallelism I didn’t know what was. She was smart—she knew exactly how I’d take those words. I didn’t rise to the bait.
“And you didn’t kill him?”
Raven lifted on shoulder, still matching me step for step as I circled around her. “He’s young. He’ll learn.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I suspect most males tend to lose their heads over you.”
“I don’t know about most, but several literally have.”
I hadn’t been referring to Raven’s experience with the Anuban witches but she clearly was. I’d been hinting at those offers Brokk had thrown in my face, of all the other males I imagined crossing her path who wanted to possess her.
I wouldn’t wonder about how many broken hearts she’d left in her wake. I didn’t care. I only cared about getting this right with her.
“Spar or talk it out?” I offered, recalling how Draven and Lyric used to fight to burn off their physical and emotional energy. He insisted it worked.
“What?”
“Spar or talk it out? We can work off some of your anger or we can talk. Or both. Whatever you need we’ll do.”
“Whatever I need?”
“Yes. Whatev—”
Zap!
I dove to the side, rolling and popping back up with my jaw agape. The little hellcat had shot a torrent of white-hot magic at me. The side of my shirt was on fire and I frantically slapped at the flames to put them out. I’d be engulfed if I hadn’t moved so quickly.
“What the hell was that for?”
“You said whatever I needed. This is what I need.”
“I—fuck!”
I dove in the opposite direction narrowly avoiding a second bolt. On my way up to my feet I had to change direction again as a current of energy singed the hairs over my ear. Once I was clear and back on my feet, I lifted my hands in surrender. “I don’t have offensive magic.”
“Yet you offered to fight me.”
“I thought we would grapple or use swords, Raven. I didn’t think you’d attempt to blow my head off.”
I should have been angry. I wasn’t. If anything, I was in awe of my tiny mate. She was pissed yet held herself with a cool, regal air, contempt oozing from her eyes while a powder keg of magic sparked at her fingertips. She was dangerous, and I was glad of it, thinking of the battles ahead.
Though I didn’t want her to hurt, it told me much that she was so upset over seeing another female touch me. I would be more careful in my future interactions with Kree. I was an ass for not having realized the issue already.
“If I’d actually wanted to blow off your head, you wouldn’t be capable of speech right now.”
“I’m sure.” I kept my tone soft, gliding to my left, keeping her in front of me. “I’d hoped you’d want to talk and clear things up.”
“What things?” she asked with false innocence. “Those pesky little misunderstandings you hate so much?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Very well. But I think I’ll take you up on the fighting part of your offer first. I’ll even ground this excess energy since you seem so terrified of a little magic.”
I loved how she gave me lip. No one, outside of the Council and Hugo, spoke back to me. I had no doubt if I told her it was a turn-on she’d zap me right in the balls.
