Chapter 31 A Mistress
- STORM’S P.O.V.
- “ You try.” I knocked Amar’s shoulder, holding back the laugh forcing it’s way through me.
- The fighting ring shook as he fell down, heaving and wetting it with his sweat. A towel was thrown my way. I wiped but I could feel the sweat clog my pores. It had been one of the best fights I had in there. Amar was a good opponent, my most trusted guard.