Book Four in the Tugsten Series.
Ranking
🥇 in theark 17/02/2020
🥇 in bellamy 20/05/2021
🥈 in sanctum 05/05/2020
#24 in bellamyblake 2/11/2019
#8 in engineering 02/02/2020
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"You could always join the relationship I have with Jackson. Be in a committed nonmonogamous relationship."
"I would rather be thrown in the fighting pit"
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119 Years Before. Three Years in the Bunker Running at Nate I slide between his split legs, jabbing my swords handle into the back of his knee. Collapsing, I twirl around and boot his remaining foot from underneath him. Seamless and clean. Landing against the concrete with a purposeful smack, I crouch over Miller with a smug grin "You know to save your dignity I've actually quit keeping score."
Groaning Miller bangs the hilt of his sword into the concrete, complaining "You make it really difficult to be friends with you."
"You wanted to train and I needed to let off steam", I offer Nate my hand, wiggling my fingers "I call it a win-win."
"I think win-win depends on where your standing" Miller claps my hand, letting me hoist him back onto his feet. Suddenly I release a manic yelp. Hauled over Nate's shoulder I'm slammed onto the floor with a thud. Sword clanging against the concrete, a weak cough splutters from my lips as I gasp for air to get back into my lungs.
Nate re-offering me his hand, I complain "That was a cheap shot."
"What is it you told me two weeks ago?" Nate mockingly feigns a taunting look "A shot's a shot?"
Suddenly the door screeches open, Wonkru warrior stood in the doorway. A respectful salute given to Nate and I, the warrior tells Miller "Five blankets have been stolen from level 5 storage. Eyes in the area say they witnessed two Boudalankru sneaking off with the items earlier this morning."
"We are all Wonkru now" I curtly remind the warrior, his attention flickering briefly to get caught in my stern stare "There are no more clans. Not anymore."
Bowing his head, the warrior offers "Apologies Fierce Protector. I do not mean offense."
Whilst I merely nod to the warrior, Miller orders "Do a sweep of rooms. Standards set out since day one state one blanket per person. Make note of those with more. I'll inform Bloodreina of the going on's." Giving us another respectful salute the warrior disappears back out of the door, leaving us alone.
