Veil of Shadows - Softcover

"I don't believe in harming women," Xan growled.
"It's not about harming women." Syn moved between them and gave Kalen a narrow look. He inclined his head and fell back, letting her handle it. There was one thing she could rely on to chase away the chill, and that was anger. Right now, it flooded her, and she welcomed it--welcomed it and channeled it.
Giving Xan a pointed stare, she said, "I'm not calling you on the floor to get hurt, Xan. Trust me, I don't like pain, although I am used to it. But this isn't about hurting me, hurting women. It's called training--we all do it."
"Then train women against women. Females are naturally weaker than males--the risk for injury to the woman is too high, even in training."
"So this is about having a level playing field?" Syn snorted. "Sure, because we're fighting a war where there's always an excess of fairness."
Xan stared at her, his black gaze unflinching. "I do not raise my hand to women."
Syn smirked. "That's a way of thinking that could end up with you getting hurt--in a serious way." She glanced past him and her smile took on a decidedly devilish twist. "Bron, you're out. Elina. Coryan."
Elina Corsairs, long and lean, came at him from his right, a blur of movement. She was all speed and grace and as he moved to deflect her attack, the other woman came up behind him.
Coryan Holder stood at six feet and her body was nearly as broad as Xan's. As he backed away from Elina, Coryan caught him in a wrestler's hold and wrenched him off his feet. He went down and as one, the three women in the circle moved on him.
Elina ended up on her ass first. She would have moved back in but Syn caught her eye and shook her head.
Now facing Coryan and Syn, Xan grimaced. He looked between the two women, his gaze measuring.
Finally. Syn knew what sort of picture they presented. Coryan had the muscle mass to rival a man's and her face was scarred, hardened from battle and years of a harsh life. Syn had faced that same hard life, and many of the same battles, but she was slender, not particularly tall and she looked . . . well, soft.
He'd go for Coryan next, she figured. Eliminate what he perceived as the biggest threat.
This wasn't a new scenario for her. Too many of the men who wanted to join the rebellion showed up with preconceived notions--they were fighting a war against those that preyed on their females, and having those females involved directly in the fight went against their baser instincts.
He feinted toward Coryan but at the last minute, he changed direction. Moving too damn fast, he came for Syn. Only one thing saved her--he wasn't used to fighting somebody half his size. She darted away, relying on her flexibility and years of experience to evade him. It was close, though. She felt the disturbance in the air ripple against her flesh. He didn't waste any time and came at her again, harder. Faster.
Syn took his legs out from under him, but he was prepared this time, and when he went down, so did she. Trapped under his bigger body, she sucked air into her lungs.
Heat.
Once more, touching him flooded her with heat, heat that suffused every fiber of her being, chasing away the chill. For the briefest moment, they were close, close as lovers, and she let herself revel in that heat, let herself feel his strength, feel all of him. But not enough . . . nowhere near enough.
Through their clothes, she could feel the heavy thud of his heart, beating so close to hers.
Then he spoke, and the spell shattered.
"This isn't a fair fight," he said in a monotone.
Working her hands in between them, she jabbed at his neck. He went red and gasped for air. As he went to shove away from her, she caught him between his legs with her knee.
It was utterly silent, save for the strange, choked sound he made deep in his throat as he rolled to the side. Syn came to her feet and stood over him.
"You're damn right it's not a fair fight," she told him. "But then again, you can't win a war, you can't survive if you're busy complaining about a fair fight."
She moved to the edge of the circle, watching Xan from under her lashes. He recovered quick, rolling to his feet and watching her with a mix of disbelief and anger. The anger melted away, replaced by that same measuring gaze he'd focused on every other fighter he'd met in the circle.
About damn time.

Shiloh Walker is the national bestselling author of many novels, including Hunting the Hunter, Hunter's Salvation, and Hunters: Heart and Soul.