Instead, my eyes trailed over her powerful stance, pausing on the round globes of her flexing ass. A delicious sight that was worth the momentary delay.
“Stop staring at my ass, shifter.” She hissed, her eyes staying on Bane. To break eye contact now would be submitting to the bastard and I knew enough about my soulmate to recognize that she would never let that happen.
“You can’t blame me, little umbra.” I groaned. “You are the sexiest fae alive when you are defending me like this.”
Sparking steel eyes, bulging with disbelief, cut over her shoulder at me. “Show some damned respect boy.”
“Indeed. I’d say the same to you, Steelhead.” I snickered and waved my hand through the shadows that curled around her like poisonous smoke. Bane’s eyes narrowed, then widened when the shadows danced along my body in their usual playful manner.
Smugly, I hummed, twirling the shadows around my fingers. “Was that enough, little umbra?”
There was a hint of a smile in her tone. “More than enough, your majesty.”
Bane swore just before Remnant swept his blade aside and sent a violent kick into his chest. His solid frame flying backwards to land unceremoniously on his arrogant ass.
“At least when you tossed me, I landed on my feet.” I remarked dryly.
Remnant’s lip twitched and she twirled her ominous shadow blade with a flourish at the swordmaster.
“You’re losing your touch, old man. Allowing yourself to get distracted like a faeling and taking your eyes off your opponent. A novice knows better.”
My father prowled over to Bane and yanked the stunned swordmaster back to his feet. Leaning forward, he snapped histeeth directly in his face. “Like a goddess damned prick you mean.” Shaking Bane, he roared. “Daemon ismy son! Mine! We live because of him. And I will kill you if you ever try that fucking shit again. Don’t fucking test me in this, Bane.”
Bane shoved away from my father. “Fuck off Asher, you’re a right bastard too just like him. Your asshole son brought with him the most dangerous shadow fae alive, two powerful shifters, and two elementals who were former captains inherarmy. I wonder why they are here.” He pointed an accusing finger at Remnant and I growled lunging forward.
Only to be cut short by the blunt of a black blade slapping against my chest. Nostrils flaring, I slowly looked down at the her sword. “Little umbra…”
“Hush, shifter.” Remnant didn’t even bother to spare me a glance and cocked her head at Bane with a mocking smile. “My, my, my, Bane. You sound paranoid. Although, I do appreciate the fine compliments. Most powerful you say?”
Steel eyes narrowed on the blade restraining me, or rather the reason I had not shoved it away. “Not powerful enough if this is the filth you acquaint yourself with these days.”
“The only filth I see is the shit all over your pants from falling on your ass, Bane Steelhead.”
I laughed derisively only to be slapped in the chest again by her blade. Bringing my laughter to a whining halt.
“I said hush, shifter. I am still pissed at you too. You brought me here to meet your father under false pretenses, a fae who is supposedly dead, and my former enemy no less? Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”
I tapped her blade with an extended claw. “You wouldn’t have come then.”
Bane choked on his own laughter.
Remnant glared at him. “Shut up swordmaster. You have no room to talk. You sent this nuisance to track me down.”
“I thought you’d be skilled enough to avoid him.” Bane shot back and then gave me a look of disgust.
My eyes narrowed but I obeyed my soulmate. Pressing my lips together and gritting my teeth, I made not a sound.
The swordmaster’s brows arched mockingly. “So the pup does know how to obey.”
“Stop provoking him, Bane.” My father and Remnant snapped at the same time.
I grinned wildly at the two of them, silently laughing at the look of horror on Remnant's face and the one of approval on my father’s.
Bane shifted his focus from me. “You’ve gotten much faster, Dark.”
She inclined her head towards him in respect. “I once had a great mentor.”
Bane's smile was genuine this time but it did not last when he jutted his chin toward her feet. “I take it back. Your stance is all wrong.”
