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your best shot.
    She kicked off her shoes and stepped forward to accept the sword. God, please let this be something light weight. She stopped in front of him, “Can I trust you?”
    The fool grinned again. “Probably not.”
    “You didn’t make it too heavy, did you?”
    He shook his head. “It weighs ten pounds. I figured you can swing that.”
    “Will your sword break it?”
    “Of course, sweetheart. I’m a hundred times stronger than you.”
    “It’s not really fair, is it?”
    He shrugged. “You asked for this, not me.”
    “Let’s make this interesting.” Cambria forced herself to untie her top and fling it to the floor. Cool air brushed her tits and her nipples quickly pebbled. His eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared.
    He licked his lips. “Nice rack.”
    Several men shuffled in the background. She didn’t dare steal a look at her opponent’s crotch, but hoped some of the blood in his brain had headed south.
    “How about ditching the skirt, Doll?”
    “Nope. That’s all you get.” If I’m lucky . She held out her hand. “And I need a hair band to keep this mop out of my way.”
    “Damn, you’re needy.” A pink band appeared in her hand, and she quickly used it tie her long hair back.
    Her nemesis held the hilt out to her. She sucked in a calming breath and let it out slowly. She held his gaze as she snatched the thing out of his hand and started swinging. He jumped back grinning. “You don’t play fair,” he said. “I like that about you.”
    She charged him again and he blocked her with his sword and moved to the left. The silent crowd surprised her. Why weren’t they cheering their leader on? “Of course, I won’t play fair. Hell, your damn sword alone outweighs me.”
    “Yes, it does. Where did you learn your sword skills?”
    “A girl doesn’t”—she swung at his right, which he easily blocked—“tell all her”—she followed with a jab to the middle which he easily dodged—“secrets,”—swing, “Mr.…whatever”—jab—“the fuck”—two hacks—“your name is.”
    She stepped back. Her arms were burning, and she couldn’t draw in enough air. She looked at him. There was something in his eyes, but she didn’t have enough oxygen in her brain to recognize it. She put her sword point on the floor and leaned on it. “Fuck. You’re not even sweating.”
    “I’m letting you do all the work.”
    “Thanks. If you’d stand still, it would even the odds.”
    “I’m sure the odds are in your favor.”
    She wiped her damp hair off her forehead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Why aren’t you attacking me?”
    “I’m waiting.”
    “For what?”
    “For you to wear yourself out.”
    “I think, Mr. Vampire, I’ve already done that.”
    This time she saw his eyes gleam with amusement. “You’re laughing at me.”
    “I admire you, miss.”
    “Cambria,” she offered. What the hell did she care if they knew her name? She was approaching vampire toast time.
    “You’ve had enough?”
    She smiled and yanked her sword into the ready position. “Fuck, no!” And she charged him. Again, he blocked every blow, but he didn’t advance on her. She needed to get closer, so she kept swinging and advancing, and then she dropped her weapon and threw herself at him, right after she pulled her small knife from the hidden sleeve in her skirt. She saw the surprise in his eyes when she sliced something of his; she really didn’t know what and didn’t care.
    Her vamp blinked his eyes, and suddenly, she was suspended in the air, couldn’t move anything but her head. “You bastard. You cheating bastard.”
    “Damn woman. You almost sliced my dick off.”
    She glanced down where blood trickled on his jeans, perhaps where his leg met his hip. “Damn. I missed.”
    He held her gaze, making her wonder if her opportunity had come and gone with one slice of her knife. Then he threw back his head and roared with laughter. The rest of his gang joined