Back Cold Steel
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  1. Title Page
  2. Welcome
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Author’s Note
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  54. extras
  55. meet the author
  56. introducing
  57. BOOKS BY KATE ELLIOTT
  58. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.
  59. Contents
  60. Copyright

Thunder himself fitted me with arm guards. There was something not intrusive but intimate in the way he handled my body. He did not loom or leer, but I felt the spark all the same. Loving Vai had opened my eyes to the currents that roil the waters between people who feel attraction one for the other. But while I might have been appreciative, I was not tempted. I smiled to show I understood his game, and I stepped back politely.

He looked me up and down suggestively. “Do you play with the sword attached? Like a man? It will only get in your way.”

“I will not give the sword into anyone’s hand except my brother’s.” Although I looked around the central area, I could not see Rory. “If you bring him to me and let him watch, then I will let him hold it for me.”

“You do not ask what will happen if you do not score a point.”

“I see no need to ask,” I said.

He laughed. A second laugh echoed him in a mist of rain. At the other end of the ballcourt rose another platform. There another man sat cross-legged. He had skin the color of waves and hair like long brown seaweed: It was Thunder’s brother, Flood, he who had almost drowned me when I had been trapped beneath an overturned boat.

Vai had saved me from the flood.

Resolve steeled my heart. I would not let them intimidate me. “There’s no reason for me to play if I don’t know my brother is safe.”

“I agree,” said Thunder with a suspiciously amused smile. I scarcely had time to blink before a bedraggled saber-toothed cat appeared under the ceiba tree’s lofty roots. With amber eyes fixed on me, he limped the long painful way to the platform. When he arrived, I examined his shoulder. Like my injuries, the wounds were healing unnaturally fast. I pressed a cheek into the coarse black fur of his head, stroking behind his ears.

“I give my sword into your care until I come back for it. Wait for my signal. We may have to retreat quickly.”

I lashed the sword to his body, took a swig of the potent ginger beer, and rubbed my nose against his dry one. At last, I descended onto the ballcourt.