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Authors: Bonnie Lamer
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wall of magic that’s holding Kallen in place.
Chapter 7
Kallen is over the bar in a flash. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast without magic before. Impressive. Tad seems to think so, too, by the surprised, and somewhat nervous, look on his face. “You were saying?” Kallen snarls.
Tad stands up. One of the guys at his table pulls on his sleeve. “Son, leave it be. Ye’ve started enough trouble since ye been here.”
Tad shakes the man’s hand off. Standing in front of Kallen, he still looks tall and scary. There’s not a doubt in my mind, though, who’s going to win this confrontation. Ray, on the other hand, looks like he’s ready to offer one of them assistance. I’m not sure which one.
Tad pulls his right arm back and throws a punch at Kallen, who easily dodges it simply by leaning back. Then, in a surprise move, he uses Tad’s momentum from the failed punch to send him sprawling to the side when he hooks his ankle with his foot and tugs. Tad just misses a chair as he falls to the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he tries for a left jab. Kallen catches his fist and tugs, causing Tad to fall on the other side. This time, he’s not as lucky. His lip catches a chair. The chair wins. Blood is now gushing from his lip and Kallen has barely even touched him.
Wiping some of the blood from his chin, Tad pushes himself to his feet again. He staggers a little bit, but he makes it up. His lip is turning purple under the blood. That’s going to look ugly tomorrow. I bet he doesn’t go with the chair story when people ask him about it.
Kallen has been sparring with Dagda and Kegan his whole life, so this is nothing for him. He hasn’t even broken a sweat. He’s standing with his arms across his chest and waits patiently for Tad to make his next move. I’m really proud of Kallen at the moment. He’s going to win this without ever throwing a punch, which is good because I don’t like the idea of him fighting over me.
A stool scraping catches my attention. Ray has pushed back from the bar and he stands up. Walking to Tad, he puts his hand on the bleeding man’s shoulder, getting some blood on his thumb in the process, and says, “It’s been a good show of your skills, but wouldn’t you like to sit back down and enjoy your ale with your father and his friend?” I roll my eyes. Yeah, just like that the angry Neanderthal man is going to give up and sit back down.
Huh. He does. Ray is speaking to him quietly as he leads him to his seat. With a final pat on the man’s shoulder, and the offer of a napkin for his bleeding lip, Ray walks back to the bar. He gives Kallen a smile of respect and Kallen gives him an appreciative nod. Wow. Two miracles in thirty seconds. The guy must be an Angel.
“Do you stir up this much trouble wherever you go?” Ray asks, as he sits back down.
I chuckle. “What, this? This is nothing compared to the havoc I usually cause.”
Kallen is walking back around the bar in lieu of jumping over it again. “She speaks the truth,” he says with a twinkle in his eye. I stick my tongue out at him.
“Well, lass, there hasn’t been this much excitement in here for a long time. Whatcha puttin’ in that ale – steroids?” one of the toothless men asks me and then he and his cronies cackle. I can’t help a small smile myself.
Kallen comes around the bar and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back down the cellar stairs. Apparently, he’s confident that Tad isn’t going to hit on me anymore.
The next few hours are uneventful. Tad’s father hauled him out by his collar after the non-fight with Kallen. I’m not sure which of them was more embarrassed – the father because his son made a spectacle of himself or Tad for the whole situation. The old guys have
Chapter 7
Kallen is over the bar in a flash. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast without magic before. Impressive. Tad seems to think so, too, by the surprised, and somewhat nervous, look on his face. “You were saying?” Kallen snarls.
Tad stands up. One of the guys at his table pulls on his sleeve. “Son, leave it be. Ye’ve started enough trouble since ye been here.”
Tad shakes the man’s hand off. Standing in front of Kallen, he still looks tall and scary. There’s not a doubt in my mind, though, who’s going to win this confrontation. Ray, on the other hand, looks like he’s ready to offer one of them assistance. I’m not sure which one.
Tad pulls his right arm back and throws a punch at Kallen, who easily dodges it simply by leaning back. Then, in a surprise move, he uses Tad’s momentum from the failed punch to send him sprawling to the side when he hooks his ankle with his foot and tugs. Tad just misses a chair as he falls to the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he tries for a left jab. Kallen catches his fist and tugs, causing Tad to fall on the other side. This time, he’s not as lucky. His lip catches a chair. The chair wins. Blood is now gushing from his lip and Kallen has barely even touched him.
Wiping some of the blood from his chin, Tad pushes himself to his feet again. He staggers a little bit, but he makes it up. His lip is turning purple under the blood. That’s going to look ugly tomorrow. I bet he doesn’t go with the chair story when people ask him about it.
Kallen has been sparring with Dagda and Kegan his whole life, so this is nothing for him. He hasn’t even broken a sweat. He’s standing with his arms across his chest and waits patiently for Tad to make his next move. I’m really proud of Kallen at the moment. He’s going to win this without ever throwing a punch, which is good because I don’t like the idea of him fighting over me.
A stool scraping catches my attention. Ray has pushed back from the bar and he stands up. Walking to Tad, he puts his hand on the bleeding man’s shoulder, getting some blood on his thumb in the process, and says, “It’s been a good show of your skills, but wouldn’t you like to sit back down and enjoy your ale with your father and his friend?” I roll my eyes. Yeah, just like that the angry Neanderthal man is going to give up and sit back down.
Huh. He does. Ray is speaking to him quietly as he leads him to his seat. With a final pat on the man’s shoulder, and the offer of a napkin for his bleeding lip, Ray walks back to the bar. He gives Kallen a smile of respect and Kallen gives him an appreciative nod. Wow. Two miracles in thirty seconds. The guy must be an Angel.
“Do you stir up this much trouble wherever you go?” Ray asks, as he sits back down.
I chuckle. “What, this? This is nothing compared to the havoc I usually cause.”
Kallen is walking back around the bar in lieu of jumping over it again. “She speaks the truth,” he says with a twinkle in his eye. I stick my tongue out at him.
“Well, lass, there hasn’t been this much excitement in here for a long time. Whatcha puttin’ in that ale – steroids?” one of the toothless men asks me and then he and his cronies cackle. I can’t help a small smile myself.
Kallen comes around the bar and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back down the cellar stairs. Apparently, he’s confident that Tad isn’t going to hit on me anymore.
The next few hours are uneventful. Tad’s father hauled him out by his collar after the non-fight with Kallen. I’m not sure which of them was more embarrassed – the father because his son made a spectacle of himself or Tad for the whole situation. The old guys have
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