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Rena stormed across the room. Rumpled, tired, and looking more than a little grumpy, she flopped down in the chair and took a long drink from her goblet, setting it down with a decided thump.
“Having a good day?” I asked. She aggressively exhaled, her eyes stayed fixed on the group across the way.
“That’s the last time I help Tark and Weylin with the recruits.” Her normally graceful brows lowered in two sharp lines. “Tark asked if I would put the new warriors through their paces by using my little gift.” As the Keeper of the Field, Rena could call on the land to help defend, if needed. Her abilities had saved our hides several times over.
I turned in my chair to face her. “What happened?”
Her scowl became more pronounced. “At first, all was well. The terrain responded to my call, and I had the young ones contained with vine and loam. And then he showed up.” She jerked her head toward Weylin. “It seems his practice with you has given him insight to exploit my weaknesses as well. And apparently your mate,” her voice went up as she emphasized her words, “has given Weylin permission to test not only you but all the keepers as well.”
I glanced across the room. The fact that Rena referred to Gavin as anything other than the prince should have offended him. As it was, he rubbed his cheek in a poor attempt to hide his smile.
“So what did you do?”
“What do you think?” she grumbled. “I lost my concentration, the young warriors charged, and I was overrun.” She glared across the room once more. Tark purposefully avoided her gaze, but Weylin openly grinned.
“Don’t worry.” I patted her hand. “Next time, we’ll work together and pummel Weylin to dust.”
Rena’s jasper brown eyes glittered at the thought. “I would love nothing more.”