Book 16: Secrets of the Glade

Lexa

My heart skips a beat, then another, as Kaleb releases his grip on my arm. His dark, wavy hair is tied back, but rogue strands fall around his chiseled face. Everything about Kaleb is masculine. His height–several inches taller than me–tall enough that he has to look down at me–catches me off guard, as well as the way he moves with a predators grace–light on his feet but with determination in every step, muscles flexed, the fabric of his torn shirt rippling down his middle.

I think he’s about to cage me against the rough metal wall of the sparring ring, but he steps past me, reaching for a long, wooden spear, and fists it, turning gracefully with the weapon in his hand, like it’s his toy of choice.

“You’re going to learn to use these.”

“Why?”

“Because you won’t just be fighting men in the Trials.” He whips the spear around and pins the point in the dirt with practiced grace, leaning his weight against it. “You’ll be up against much