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“She’s a tease,” Cord answered at the same time, then cursed himself for revealing his emotions.A tease? He sounded like a twelve-year-old male.

“Whoa, wait,” Sloane stood up. “Seriously, what in the name of the Ancients is going on?” He watched both of them look at one another before turning away. “No no no, you two hooked up?”

“What?” Both of them were now glaring at him.

“What doeshook upmean? I wasn’t hooked by any means,” Tegan was glaring at Cord again.

“You would have been hooked if I wished it,” Cord replied before he looked pissed off at his retort.

“What, you need your Casting to hook me too?” Tegan crossed her arms as she regarded the Castor with barely contained anger.

“Would you use your body to get out of that too? Or do you like the thought of being bound?”

“Enough!” Sloane roared at them both. “What in the name of Delfar is going on?”

“We were sparring last night,” Tegan stalked over to her water bottle. “He Cast and cheated because he cannot beat me fairly.”

“You’re full of Velvore trickery, little tiger, aren’t you?” Cord’s eyes were narrowed on her as he approached the angry Akrhyn.

“I’mfull of trickery? Says the trickster himself!”

“Using your body to distract a male is just as shameful.”

“I did no such thing!” Tegan poked a finger into Cord’s chest.

Cord grabbed it as she went to withdraw and held on tight, jerking her forward until she was flush with his chest, he looked down at her. “You lie.”

Tegan had been looking up at him, feeling his closeness, her head was muddled again but on hearing his words, she pushed angrily away from him. “Stoptouchingme!”

Both glared at each other over the space of a few feet. Sloane watched them both, worry rising rapidly. “Okay, I need you both to step away from each other,” he began.

“I am away from her,” Cord growled, his stare never leaving Tegan’s.

“Furtheraway from each other,’ Sloane stepped in between them as they both took a step back. “Out of grabbing reach.” He watched as both of them took a further step back. “Okay, now… someone tell me, what in theshadeis going on?”

“We were sparring and he Cast because he cannot beat me without it,” Tegan repeated as she glared at Cord, her eyes narrowing further when he snorted and shook his head.

“We were sparring and she started rubbing herself against me, like a she-cat!”

“Howdareyou!” Tegan launched forward, sidestepping Sloane before grabbing Cord’s robes.

“And as you can see, again she touches me.”

Tegan dropped her hand from his robes like she had been burned. “I touch you, not with desire, but because I want tohurtyou.”

“You couldn’t hurt me if your life depended on it, little tiger.”

“Stopcalling me little tiger!” Tegan growled at him, before turning away to look at her cousin. “Iamgoing to hurt him.” Tegan looked meaningfully at Sloane who was swinging his head between the two of them as if he were at a tennis match.

“As if you could,” Cord snorted derisively.

“You going to need yourmagic?” Tegan taunted.

Cord lost his mocking smile, stalking towards Tegan before his brother put himself physically in between them both. “You insult me and my Cast?” Cord seethed.

“Okay, I need one of you to leave the training room,” Sloane declared. Both of them looked at him furiously and he felt himself shrink under the power of their stares. “Seriously, one of you needs to go. Can’t you see it?”

“See what?” Tegan asked as she registered the look on her cousin’s face. “What is it?” she asked warily.


Tags: Eve L. Mitchell Akrhyn Paranormal