Rhapsody for a Wolf
Aiden is part of Blackmarsh now, and so are both swords.
Reese twitches the cloth out of the square and retreats outside the line, facing across from Black’s second. Aiden steps back into one corner, wisely keeping his eyes on his opponent. His weight is over his toes. He’s shed his jacket and teeshirt, leaving him bare to the waist. He’s not bulging with muscle, like Black, but there’s lean strength to him. He’s obviously no couch potato, now there’s no cloth hiding him.
Black strolls into the opposite corner, wearing his arrogance like armour. He’s shirtless too, a gleaming, bronzed cross between a swimwear model and a bodybuilding contestant.
Hot Chapters