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I taste my heart in my throat.
Hunter shoots me a wink, then strips off his shirt.
Those fucking tattoos. The patterned lines highlight every muscle, but especially the V-line that dips below his shorts.
Dreams really do come true.
When Hunter charges his dad, eating the first hit in the ribs—a hit I know he could’ve dodged—I realize what they’re doing.
This is only half about apologies owed. “They’re not trying to win.”
“Not even a little.” Orion squeezes my trembling fingers. “It’s all for you.”
When Hunter and Max are both pulped and exhausted, Hunter finally taps out of a headlock.
The cheers die when Hunter tags Finn, and my red-headed demon swings into the cage.
He finds my eyes when he peels off his shirt, flashing that obscene LILAH to the dads and the whole fucking crowd. “I challenge Kieran Wyvern.”
No one asks his reason.
Atlas had a point to make, and Hunter took us to the rodeo. Finn just wants to fuck around.
He pulls a knife. “First blood?”
Kieran drifts into the ring, a little more spectral, but just as deadly as his son. His knife appears just as quickly and he nods. “First blood.”
They move so fast I can’t follow, blades glinting under the lights, and it’s beautiful.
Thought I was okay with a knife.
This is a dance.
Have to have him teach me.
Kieran’s first to lower his knife. A long slice scores his shoulder, and his grin is the weirdest display of paternal pride. “Good hit.”
Finn salutes with his blade, then uses the bloody knife to blow me a kiss.
I am dying.
Then Jett enters the ring.
Fucking lower my body into the earth.
Hikaru doesn’t need to be summoned.
He’s waiting.
“Grounds?” he asks, cold as if he’s staring down his enemy instead of his near-clone.
“A debt.”
Hikaru nods. “Begin.”
Jett rushes him. And it’s…sloppy.
His posture’s a mess, full of holes that even I could attack. So, of course Hikaru punches back.
