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said. “It’s all my fault.”
    “No,
darling,” he soothed, cupping her cheek and smoothing away the hair that had
clung to it. “There isn’t anything you could have done.” He placed a kiss to
her lips, his own barely brushing hers. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No,”
she said, gripping his forearms. Her voice had been urgent, but turned into a
whisper. “Don’t stop. Make love to me. Remember me.”
    Ferox
gently rocked his hips, his cock still long and hard, deep inside her. He did
so for long into the day. Learning her body, learning what she liked, and what
she liked even more. Committing her to memory, so much that he’d never forget.
    ****
    Hours
later, Raine lay against Ferox’s chest, the two of them sweating and panting.
She had her eyes closed, simply enjoying her male—the scent of him, the feel of
him.
    His
arms were wrapped around her as he leaned against the headboard with his cheek
nuzzling her hair. Oh gods, how she’d needed him. Ferox had always had a way
about him—a way to make her forget her sorrows. A way to consume her so completely.
    She
ran her hand lovingly over his skin, feeling the muscles flex under her
fingertips. If only he could remember her, could remember all the centuries
they’d spent together.
    “What’s
bothering you?” he asked, breaking the silence.
    Of
course he’d be able to feel the change in her mood. He hadn’t understood his
own sudden changes in emotion earlier, and she’d had to explain the effects of
a blood bond. “Nothing.”
    He
exhaled slowly and nuzzled her. “I wish I could remember, too.”
    She
turned, facing him as she lay on her stomach with her cheek resting against his
chest. She smiled against him. “You’re getting better at that.”
    He
chuckled quietly, more like a silent snort that she could only hear because she
was against him. “I guess so. Why don’t you tell me something about us?” He
re-wrapped his arms and legs around her, enveloping her as much as possible.
    She
closed her eyes, grateful that there were still parts of her mate that hadn’t
changed. And now, he wanted to know hints of his past—hints of their past. Hmm … where to begin?
     
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Tournament of Legends
    Over six centuries ago
     
    “So, we cannot kill any of them?”
    Raine arched an eyebrow at her
sister, knowing Lisette was more than aware of the rules of the game. The
officials had gone over them more times than she could count: No decapitations
and no strikes to the heart. Dear Odin, every creature fighting in this round
had a bright red shield over their hearts, so there were no accidental mishaps.
Near kills and severing of other limbs was absolutely acceptable though—they
couldn’t take out all of the fun. “I think I did hear something about no
kill-strikes,” she answered jokingly. She returned her focus to what lay ahead.
    Her eyes were still trying to adjust
to this realm’s strange lighting. The sky was bright, though it held a slightly
green tint instead of the vivid blues she was used to on
Valhalla
.
And that wasn’t the weirdest part—there was literally no sun that she’d been
able to catch sight of since they’d arrived the day before. She drew her gaze
upward, catching sight of the Council that sat high above, on pillars for them
alone. They were responsible for the tournament. It had been their idea to join
Lore creatures together in a show of unity. Her eyes caught on a few of them
that peered down onto the battlefield, though she could barely see the tops of
their heads. As yet, she hadn’t gotten a good look at any of them, though she
was curious about the beings powerful enough to carry out a huge undertaking
such as this.
    “Drat, I had hoped I misheard.”
Lisette stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout, which quickly turned into a
wry grin as the crowd lining the open stadium seats roared in anticipation.
    Raine gripped her war sword, letting
it settle in her palm and become the very