“I think you’re terrified. You nearly pi*s yourself when you two are called to spar together.” Henry argues and Mason barks out a laugh.
“Terrified is a strong, but accurate word. I’m not ashamed to admit that she kicks my a*s. I’m just relieved that it won’t happen anymore.” Mason says as I scrunch my brows.
“Who says I won’t still kick your a*s, Mason?” I ask him and he eyes me warily.
“Well because you can finally spar against somebody on the same level as you. You know. Even the playing field.” He says. Warrick chuckles and leans down closer to me.
“Don’t worry, little wolf, I’ll take it easy on you.” Warrick says, lowly. It may have sent a bolt of pleasure to my core, but I still bite my tongue in annoyance.
“Oh shut up. I’ve seen you spar. I’ll wipe the field with your a*s.” I r
