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what it was, had used them for practice with the glaive since he’d first joined the Corp.
    Ambrose tossed the ball toward him. It hadn’t yet hit the ground when Rowen pierced it with his glaive. The ball deflated, and a high-pitched ping sounded through the room as forty tiny points emerged from the glaive’s shaft. The design had been a century in the making, and it virtually insured death to the Legion if you could get the tip of the spear into their flesh.
    After that, they were mincemeat.
    Of course, the Legion had them, too. Which is how it always went.
    Rowen handed the glaive over to Ambrose. His inspection was perfunctory.
    “Thank you. We had to be sure,” he said. “You understand.”
    Rowen nodded. “Of course.”
    Ambrose sat down heavily. “So, then. The two of you will find out what you can about the glaive found in the revenant’s body. First and foremost, let’s confirm that’s even what it is. And of course, say nothing to anyone.” Ambrose looked at them both. “Not to anyone.”

Twelve
    Scarlet walked swiftly through the halls, still fuming as she tried to keep her distance from Rowen. She’d begged her father to allow her to take Braden or Kane, but he had insisted that Rowen’s lack of history in the Guard made him perfect for the job. Scarlet had read between the lines; if someone had gone rogue by killing a revenant, Rowen wouldn’t let friendship stand in the way of turning him in.
    “Are you going to give me the silent treatment all day? How mature,” Rowen drawled.
    They reached for the back door at the same time. The warmth of Rowen’s hand seared her skin like a brand, and she pulled back as he held the door open, the now familiar surge of lust flooding her body.
    She needed to get laid. And fast. It was the only explanation for the constant state of arousal she’d been in since Rowen Black had come to town.
    “I’m not giving you the silent treatment,” she said, heading for the old carriage house. “I just don’t have anything to say to you.”
    “Because of what I did to Kane?” Rowen asked. She wondered if it was her imagination that there was regret in his sigh. “I’m sorry about that. I was out of line and I apologized.”
    She stalked past the English roses that lined the pathway and the giant maple tree that shaded the patio. “That doesn’t make it okay. You’re lucky my father didn’t fire you on the spot.”
    “Why didn’t he?”
    “I have no idea,” Scarlet fumed. “He should have.”
    A hand came down on her arm, stopping her forward motion. Rowen turned her to face him.
    “He hurt you.” He said it simply, like it was the only thing that mattered.
    “We were sparring. That’s how we train. You’re a veteran of the Corp. They can’t train that differently than we do.”
    He crossed his muscular arms across the chiseled pectorals straining against the fabric of his t-shirt.
    “You’re half his size,” he said stubbornly.
    She wanted to be angry. To be so angry that there was no room for the other stuff building inside her. For the embarrassing thrill she felt at the protectiveness in his voice. At the idea that he had been worried about her.
    Wait a minute … She didn’t want anyone to worry about her. Did she?
    “You don’t think there are wraiths that big?” she shot at him. “You don’t think the Blackguard is that big? Bigger even? Everyone already treats me like a piece of glass they’re afraid to break.”
    Rowen ducked his head in a gesture of resignation. “I’m sorry.” The words sounded strangled coming out of his throat, making it clear he did not say the words often. “It wasn’t my intent to make you look weak. I just … reacted. It’s a bad habit of mine.”
    “So I’ve heard.” She sighed. “Come on. We should go.”
    She flung open the carriage-house door, illuminating the dim interior with sunlight.
    “What the …” Rowen said beside her.
    The cars were lined up in three neat rows. One of the rows