Chapter 111-120

forward, chin low and eyes shining with the glint of death, stealing Sasha’s breath because she’d never seen him look like such a… predator.

For a blink she saw him as others must—the honed body, the determined set of his jaw, the light in his eyes that rippled with the flames violence. She saw how his massive body flowed like water across the space between he and his brother, in the same moment his brother left her side and rippled across the space to meet him.

She wasn’t sure what she expected—a handshake? A discussion? A referee? So her entire body startled when neither of them broke stride, but glided together—Zev stretching, one foot flashing in the exact spot Lhar’s head had been just a blink before.

Somehow Lhars dropped his upper body and whirled to bring his own foot up in a flash, straight for Zev’s temple—but Zev had already ducked to throw a whip-quick jab at Lhars’ ribs while his brother was stretched into the kick. Lhars blocked the blow, but with a grunt, and the two danced back away from each other, to prowl in a circle, their eyes locked—twin near-black hair, twin blue eyes, though Lhars’ were more a stormy ocean to Zev’s bright and sunny skies.

They were exactly the same height and breadth—from the back as they circled, Sasha would have struggled to tell them apart. But there was something sharper about Lhars, something harder—both in his face and his way of carrying himself.

Zev looked deadly, but leashed. As if violence was an answer to an unsettling question within him. While Lhars… Lhars seemed to quiver with joy as he measured his brother for a mortal blow.

These impressions passed through Sasha in a few seconds as the two men circled each other, then Sasha’s stomach jolted as Lhars lifted a leg faster than Sasha could see him move. But the jerk was feinting, his eyes widening as Zev took the bait, throwing his own foot high to snap first for Lhar’s head, then his side—and when Lhars blocked his foot, Zev thrust a fist at Lhar’s side.