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his spear against the hard rock. “Citlani was promised.”
    “Look, I didn’t ask for this. She just…” he caught her gaze for a moment begging for back up.
    It wasn’t help she was prepared to give. In fact, every muscle in her body was coiled tightly and ready to flee.
    Her stranger rose, squaring his body off with Zolin. They were an even match and it would be a bloody fight. A fight she didn’t have any intention of waiting around to see if Zolin once again took a claim on her.
    These two could fight it out. Her mother needed her. Nothing would keep her from that mission, and now that Tomás had gotten her this far, she would go the rest of the way on her own before she would go back with Zolin.
    The pissing match got louder and when the next few snarling remarks cut through the midnight air, Citlani slipped across the stream into the shadows.
    It was better this way. She didn’t want anything to do with Zolin.
    She could do this on her own. Maybe.

    T omás held up his hands to the advancing warrior.
    Zolin’s grip on the spear was expert. There was no way he could get to his knife in his pack, and even if he could, he wasn’t sure he would win the battle.
    “I told you she was mine,” Zolin growled.
    “To be fair, you never said who it was you’d been promised to.” Tomás juked to one side when Zolin’s spear shot toward him. “Besides, I didn’t know who she was when she came into the tent.”
    “It doesn’t matter.” The big warrior stabbed toward him again.
    He slid out of the way and jumped onto a nearby rock. “If you would put your spear down, then we could talk about this like grown men.”
    “I don’t want to talk.” The translator swept the spear and Tomás jumped over it, back onto the ground.
    With a swift kick, he aimed for one of his hands, and Zolin moved so quickly, he missed.
    The Huichol swooped his spear again, but when he stepped forward, his foot caught on a rock and the spear struck the ground.
    Tomás struck the wooden handle when Zolin was off his balance and the weapon went tumbling. “There. Now, we can—” Tomás was about to bend and pick up the spear when Zolin’s fist connected with his face.
    “I said. I don’t want to talk.” He jumped toward him and caught him around his waist and they both tumbled to the ground.
    They rolled over and over, landing punches, until Zolin’s head smacked against a rock.
    With the wind knocked out of him, the big warrior shook himself, but Tomás had him pinned in a matter of seconds. He had brothers. He was used to this, and he always ended up on top.
    His knees pinned the warrior’s arms. “Will you listen to me? I didn’t know who she was.”
    “No talking.” Zolin struggled beneath him.
    “She just came into the tent and jumped on me, and then said I’d defiled her and I had to run. And look, you’d put some kind of oil all over me and I couldn’t… I didn’t have a choice.”
    With every word, his eyes got bigger and bigger until he finally whipped his legs up and knocked Tomás to the ground. The big Huichol was on top of him like lightning, big hands around his neck. “You had sex with her?” His dark eyes were on fire, his teeth bared, spit splattering from his mouth.
    “You…told…me…to.” Tomás tried to breathe between words, but the hands relaxed just the tiniest bit. “You said it was a tent for sex,” he dragged out.
    Zolin rolled off him and sat on the ground looking at his hands. The jungle was so silent around them, like the animals and the trees waited for the fight to resume.
    “You had sex with her.” He dropped his head.
    Tomás sat up and put his hands on his own throat. The skin ached and his throat burned. “Damn, dude. You could have killed me.”
    “That was the plan.”
    “I had no idea who she was,” he said, trying to keep his tone quiet to match the somber moment. “She didn’t say anything. She just climbed on me and—”
    “You shouldn’t speak of it.” Zolin