Cristina Coleman

of the fight. That pathetic display killed my chances of being noticed. At least in the way I wanted." Mari’s eyebrows rose. "What in god’s name gave you that idea?" "I lost. I got my butt kicked. He had that fight in the palm of his hand from the start." "Not exactly," said a voice from outside the tent. "May I come in?" "Sure, why not, stranger. Come get a look at the loser." Then Colin opened the flaps of the tent, armor gone. He had his helmet in his hand. He looked as plain as Mari. "No stranger." Axel grimaced. "Come to gloat. What? You