Dage circled her, the stick swinging lightly in his right hand. Zaya could feel leashed power exude from him. He charged taking her by surprise.
Zaya cringed, hiding her face. She screamed as she felt the force of his charge. Dage twisted away from her in mid-air.
“Be ready at all times, Zaya,” he said circling her again. His feet were light on the ground. For a big man he moved swiftly. “An enemy will not give you a warning of attack.”
He charged again. This time he swatted her on the rump with the stick to show her he was serious. Zaya sent him a lethal look. She rubbed her rear, feeling the sting. Dage ogled her.
“Those look fit for spanking,” he quipped, circling her once more. Zaya growled and sprung on him without warning. She wasn’t going to play his game. Aiming for his head s
