his fangs drop. “Fair enough.” He reached down and pulled his boots off, tossing them over his shoulder. The second he let them fly, Benny kicked, nailing him beneath the jaw. Stars exploded in his head, and he stumbled back, dropping to one knee and sweeping out of pure instinct.
Benny back-flipped, landing easily on the mat. “So. Where’s Grace?”
Adare went full out, hitting and dodging, while catching Benny up on the news of the day. Benny asked questions, made comments, and showed no mercy with his strikes.
After two hours, they were both bleeding and bruised, flat on their backs, coughing and wincing. It was the best Adare had felt in weeks.
Benny hacked up a lung and groaned. “Man, I feel good. You?”
“Much better.” Adare sent healing cells to his skull, which had been split into two or maybe three parts. “I appreciate the sparring.”
“Me too,” Benny said, stretching his legs out. A bone popped back into place, and he sucked in air. “That was a great kick, by the way.”
“Your left has gotten stronger. I think you broke my eye socket.” Adare sent healing cells to his socket.
“Gee. Thanks.” Benny panted heavily, staring up at the high ceiling. “Maybe if you admitted you loved her, then her cells wouldn’t eat yours.”
Adare winced as his broken fingers slowly mended. “I don’t love her.”
“Well, you at least like her. I mean, you’ve surrounded yourself with her photographs for years, and it’s not because you’ve always had an appreciation for the arts. Right?”
“I like her art.” Okay, maybe he liked what he saw in her photographs. Her. She was insightful and kind, strong and adventurous. And a calculating liar who’d deceived him. “She’s not who I thought.”
Benny chuckled, the sound slightly pained. “Right. She pulled one over on you.” He kicked out a foot and rolled his ankle. “That only makes you want her more. I know you, Highlander. Have for centuries. You can fool yourself, but you can’t fool me.”
How screwed up had Adare’s life become that Benny was making sense? “I’ve wanted her since the first time she opened her eyes and started defying me,” he admitted. “But I’ve always been afraid to hurt her.”
Benny laughed. “To think it’s her cells that will eat yours like miniature Pac-men.”
Adare grimaced at the image. “I didn’t survive the ritual of the Seven to be taken down by mating a fragile human, Benny.” Even one who’d surprised him with her bravery the other day.
“I know, Brother. But she ain’t a fragile human. Well, she might be fragile and she could’ve been human, but she’s a Key. We don’t even know the full implications of that fact.” Benny exhaled slowly as healing tingles wafted from him. “By the way, you’ve been a good brother. I hope you don’t die.”
“I love you too, man,” Adare returned, chuckling along with Benny. “Seriously. It has been an honor, Benjamin Reese.” He stood and reached down a hand to help Benny up.
Benny grabbed him in a hard hug, smacking his back with a force that echoed through the quiet. “It has, and you need to live through this.” He stepped away; his gaze serious. “I think you’re gonna have to let go that hold you have on emotion to do it. It wasn’t your fault the Highlanders died, and it wasn’t your fault that your family perished.” He scratched his chin. “In fact, a lot didn’t die. You know that.”
Adare nodded. Many of his brethren had gone into service with the British, but the clan system was destroyed. “My way of life ended.”
“Yeah, but now we have running water. Clean clothes. Netflix.” Benny grinned. “It’s a better world, and mine will go dark if you leave it, so how about you grow a pair and hit the emotion hard?”
Adare cut him a look.
Benny set his stance. “If you don’t, she’ll say no, and we both know you won’t force her. Even if it means she dies.”
Adare couldn’t argue with that. He’d never force a woman. “Did you just tell me to grow a pair?”
“Yep.”
“You want to go again?” Adare muttered.
Benny shook out his arms and rolled his neck. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
“Knock it off.” Grace walked into the room, her face pink, with both Emma and Faith on her heels. “We, um, may have found a solution. Maybe.” She wouldn’t look him in the eye.
The riot inside him settled, hard and fast, definite and sure. “Unless it involves us mating, I don’t want to hear it.” He said the