Chapter 61

“You actually care about Julian. Or at least have the hots for him, whatever,” Christian added.

Rafi laughed, and let the guilt unknot. “Yes, I do,” he said, “so I will meet your challenges, young taskmaster, and prove my worthiness to court your cousin.”

“Hey, what about Julian’s worthiness to date my best friend?” Amber said.

Julian turned around to look at her. “What shall I do to prove myself to thee, then, lady? Hast thou tasks of thine own to set?”

“Nah,” Amber said. “Just buy me something really expensive. Most expensive thing in the whole place.”

“A bride-price.” Julian nodded. “It shall be so.”

“Meanwhile, can we get some tunes up in here?” Christian said, before Rafi could protest being sold like a melon off a truck.

“I have just the thing,” Julian said, and pulled a very familiar CD case out of his bag. On the cover, a blood-spattered sword gleamed on a silk cushion, haloed in white light, over the word Warrior