Chapter 31: No, you can't keep it!

There's a struggle for dominance between the two warriors when Isabel finally arrives. I feel like I'm watching two alpha wolves bare their teeth at each other, or two lions claiming the same territory. Isabel has strapped on her leather curasse and has her sword in hand, looking like a warrior born to the saddle, but Christian thinks he is in charge still.

I don't think anyone has ever been in charge of Isabel.

"I'm going on my own," she says shortly. "I'll be quicker. You and Ella travel slower. You have your bad leg. You should cover ground closer to the camp while I strike out into the heart of the wood."

Christian looks as though someone gave him a bowl of snake eggs and called them cherries. "Ma'am,"

"I'm a cadet, Centurion. I'm a fighting woman. No more Miss or Ma'am or don't dirty your shoes or tear a hole in your tunic. I'm well allowed to have my sword here. You can't stop me."

"Be quick then," Christian says tiredly. "We don't have time to waste arguing."