Protector by Cyndi Goodgame Read Free Book Online

thought of the Hunter. 
    Stunned .  Calum...pain.  What am I doing with this guy?  And a vamp, no doubt.  And why do I feel the need to keep asking myself this same question?
    Her words lifted my feet in her direction as I managed to copy her lead.
    “Swords!”
    I was joking with you, Thorn.  I didn’t mean to scare you.
    I didn’t mean to ignore her.  I just didn’t know how to respond to her turn-about is fair play attitude.  She was doing to me what I had planned for her. 
    Guess I was off the mark in thinking you were a nice guy. 
    My head snapped back to the present.  I rolled the drenched sleeves of my shirt up a notch.  When she saw the scar on my shoulder her curiosity peaked.  It wasn’t a very old scar. 
    That was courtesy of you also.
    “Me?”  
    Later .  I was spent from the small amount of affection she afforded but guarded.  I couldn't afford to give it back and be rejected in such a way that I couldn't return from it.
    “No, you promised me answers today,” she demanded pouting her bottom lip out but trying to look angry.
    Threshold, NONE!
    I played on her hidden teasing and refused to hide my laugh hoping to join her in the game.  “Your eyes darken when you ’re mad.”
    And you are the authority on me now?  You seem to know my face better than me.
    I  shrugged.  “Swords and we talk.  Deal?”
    I will get all the answers.  I have ways of making people talk.
    Oh, how I raised my eyes at her sweet threat.  I wanted to come back on that statement with a vicious delight.    She smiled back like she might be having fun with this little parade of hers.  Her flirtatious side was delicious and self-satisfying as long it was only with me.   However, I don’t feel she is to the level with me as I am with her.  In fact, I don’t think she has even contemplated it. 
    “Deal?”  I asked her again as she finished her little banter of the mind. 
    “Deal!”
    Feeling out that she knew the mats well enough to practice on, I laid out her sparring gear and offered to help her get it on, but she smirked at me and completed the task on her own.
    She considered what she could do that I wouldn't see coming.  Of course, she knew I could read it before she charged forth.
    “Any chance I can have that ring before we start?” she asked.
    Under my breath I rattled a sound that probably registered more of the devil may care desire that was rising in me each time she batted those sexy eyes my way in an attempt to gain something. 
    Guess not.  Fine.   “Begin!”
    Already there, my little lioness.  She matched my every move and I hers.  Equal ground when in full concentration.  After an hour of a pure rush on both our parts, we thwarted each other between breaths and continued. 
    No one could give me this much freedom to unleash.  This is amazing.
    I know! I told her.
    Neither of us had spoken since we started except a few moves I let her have to make her feel stronger with a heads up telepathically.  I kept my mind open for the sparring moves ability to group her predict my moves.
    She stepped out of bounds and so I twisted her hands across her back and bent her over sideways with the sword in her neck in a very compromising position that I rather liked.
    “That is why you can ’t have the ring.”
    “Why?” she strained her voice towards the ground. 
    “Because you match my every skill.  If I can predict your move simply off your thoughts, and mine, you will never survive. I want you to know how to make you unpredictable.”
    “And why would I want you to show me?”
    “Because no one else can.”
    “You cocky, sly…arrogant, ever?” she huffed and dug her fingers into her side.
    “Simply giving you “freedom to unleash” your awesomeness.”
    “Compliments give me hives.”
    “Remind me to refrain then.  I wouldn't want to cause you discomfort.”  Though she should have more to accentuate that lovely face even when she was tiger mad, just learn how to