Meena has found a place in the Nyal Imperium as an Honour Proxy. She fights duels for those who are less than skilled with a blade. When her latest client sets her up, she defeats her opponent, but he doesn’t take to losing. He has her imprisoned until she agrees to warm his bed. Prison is looking pretty good.
Kebril knows what his mate looks like, and when she is brought to his world, he wants to pursue the attachment immediately. Knowing that it may wreck any chance to win her trust, he waits for her to come to him. He really hates to wait.
Against her normal protocol, Meena selected two medium blades similar to katana. The long grip would help manoeuvre and the sharpness of the blades would assist in the first blood.
As per protocol, she stated. “You may avoid this by apologizing to Lady Bivar.”
“I do not offer apology.”
“Then, this fight is to first blood. The terms of loss are as stated in the contract.”
His erection was pushing against the wrap he had put on, and Meena wasn’t sure if it was the imminent battle or the sight of her in not much at all.
She squared off against him and nodded.
Lady Bivar shouted, “Begin!”
Meena watched her opponent carefully, and when he rushed her, she moved into him, slicing a long mark along his pectoral muscle and causing him to shout in confusion. They parted, and she said, “First blood, Your Lordship. The duel is over.”
He hissed. “It is over when I say it is over.”
They collided, parted and collided again. Meena delivered blow after blow. Dark green blood oozed out of him and dripped to the ground. After every cut, she said. “The duel is over.”
When he went down, she said it one more time. “The duel is over.”
“Bitch, I will have you for this.” He hissed and passed out.
Meena looked at the bloody mess that was left of the greatest fencer of the Nyal Imperium, and she winced. “I am guessing that you will.”
The arrest was unsurprising, but Noree and Meena had planned for it. They had the proof that Makadan kept attacking. The problem was that no one wanted to see it.
Before she knew what was happening, Meena was packed off to Janial Prison to wait for a court date that could all go away if she simply agreed to bear Lord Makadan’s heir. It was the reason that he had sought her out. She was the best, and he wanted the best for his child. It was just a pity that Meena couldn’t stand the smell of him.
So, she waited for her court date and knew that it might never come.