Chapter 62

To Andrew, it was just a simple peck of admiration. He did not notice that the soft, swift touch of his lips on her skin almost made her swoon again. She gathered herself together and plopped down next to him.

“Why do you talk mean to me while fighting?” she asked.

He smiled. “That is what warriors do. It is mental warfare. Wearing down the enemy emotionally and physically.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, and she added playfully, “You mighty beast of an ogre.”

He smiled at her. “You are hardly wet with sweat.” He was drenched from the exercise.

“We women do not sweat, we glow.” Her look of serious reflection melted into shared laughter. Their earlier awkward kiss was forgotten.

Or not.

“Diana,” he said, “you are amazing, and believe me, all I ever want now is to have you with me all the time, but you need to think about it okay? However, you are getting good at this. You sneak around your sire to learn to kill and fight—and you are good. You are really goo