THE PRINCESS GRIPPED THE PILLAR, a gasp escaping her lips when Larvaste swung the axe at Alek, who threw himself out of the arc and countered the strike. They connected with a loud clang, but Ignatius barely noticed; his whole being focused on how close Catherine willingly stood. The armour hugged her curves, and the brilliant red of her hair contrasted sharply with the grey mail as it lay in a plait over her shoulder. Those striking green eyes were wide as she watched the Prince ...