Chapter 15
“Ari,” Rafe hisses, trying to get my attention in the sparring circle next to me.
But I can’t take my eyes off of Jackson, who stares at the floor in front of us, rolling his shoulders back. God why is he even stretching – it’s not like he’s going to have to expend any energy at all to push me out of this circle – he could probably just growl at me and I’ll run screaming out of it myself –
“Ari!” Rafe hisses, and I snap my attention to him. “You can’t forfeit,” he whispers hastily, searching my face to ensure I understand. “If you do, you’ll be disqualified. Just try not to fall, all right? Just engage once, stay on your feet, and let him push you out –”
“Begin!” the Captain shouts at the front of the room.
–
Rafe hesitates, glancing between me and Ben, who steps into the ring, his staff clutched in his hands.
I nod hastily to Rafe, letting him know that I understand.
Then I look at Jackson – or, more correctly, up at Jackson, whose eyes are on me now. God, he just seems to keep going up, like a mountain – did he get like, taller? Since the last time I saw him?
Did I shrink?
“Come on,” Jackson grumbles, his voice flat as he nods towards the center of the circle, telling me to get inside. “Let’s get this over with.”
I stare at him, my legs locking in fear – or in something –
–
Because, as much as I need to concentrate on surviving this getting out of this ring as fast as I can – I just can’t stop wondering…
– on doing what Rafe
says and
…what the hell my grandmother the Goddess was thinking when she picked this guy as my
mate.
My eyes sweep over him again, and while he is obviously an impressive physical specimen, he’s just so brutal. There’s absolutely nothing about Jackson McClintock that looks capable of being soft, or kind, or making me laugh. Everything about him looks built for violence and cruelty- there is nothing there that’s sweet.
When I think about fated mates, I think about mom and dad, or Aunt Cora and Uncle Roger, whose personalities seem to have been made for each other. Mom’s soft side evens out dad’s harsh edges, but still deep down, they’re both fierce, dedicated, and loving. They even have the same weird sense of humor.
This guy? He’s…he’s supposed to match me?
I just stare at him, shaking my head in disbelief when he snaps his eyes up to mine.
of his eyes flashing in demand, his words harsh enough to make me almost literally jump. My palms are sweaty as I
me, his lip rising a little in distaste. “Are you even going to raise that?” he asks, nodding towards
that,
kindles something
as pissed as I am. This guy might
the easiest bout of his life, but he doesn’t have to
-
it.
like that, my wolf snaps. Even if
her sometimes.
her sentiments are right, she says ridiculous
raising my chin and tightening my hands on the staff, falling into the stance they
other and bodies hitting
remembering Rafe’s words. Don’t let him get me to
slowly for a moment, circling each other, looking for openings, but he strikes quick as a cobra, taking advantage of his larger size and charging for me with a wide swing of
sweep
Rafe and Jesse, and I move in closer, knowing that he has $ chance of hurting me if he
a little gasp of pain and his leg buckles slightly, but my victory is short–won, because before I can comprehend what’s happening he gives a bellow, spins his staff in his hands and sweeps it behind me, hitting me hard behind my knees and taking me
mat. As I gasp for air all I can think is shit – shit Rafe told me not to fall
roll onto my stomach, hoping that I can get to the edge of the circle, that if I get close Jackson can
it presses against my neck. When he pulls back, I’m lifted onto my
–
my hands against the staff, trying to get it away from me, but
Jackson demands, shouting the word above me. I nod frantically, trying to yield, but he doesn’t
shout – Rafe but I
interfere!”
–
so that his mouth is close to
can
–
me, and then slack, and
for air. My eyes are shut as my face presses to the mat. I press my palms flat, letting air flood my lungs –
my shoulder, spinning me – my back hits the floor hard
open to see Jackson crouched above me, his eyes flaring. I gasp as I realize that he’s losing control
a goner – he’ll shred me
– I don’t know him off of me? Or to remind him that he’s a man and that he can’t kill me
–
to get
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