Chapter 40

Next to her Bree sensed Rafe's body tense and his arm, which he'd draped over her shoulder at some point, tightened slightly. His fingers rubbed her shoulder in an even circular motion. She knew she should shrug off his touch, but somehow she felt so connected to him, she had no desire to.

Her mind drifted at the heat of his touch, but the crack of a whip, brought her sharply back into the present. She shifted her gaze back to the platform where Drake strode around Sara, a single tail whip in his hand that cracked with the rhythmic motions of his arm.

Bree had seen many single tail whip demonstrations before. She'd even trained in the use of it and knew exactly how precise every motion had to be, every flick of the wrist, every angle of the arm. Drake's movements displayed confidence and dexterity, so she had to ask herself, had these two reversed roles before, or had Sara taught him specifically for tonight?

He drew a breath, lifted his arm to the proper angle and the crack! sound