Canaan Club (Progenies of Ironward #1)

Chapter 40

Rafe swaggered toward the stage, making sure every step was poised and loud with assurance.

Ahead of him was a mask of coolness, an icy tint in those emerald eyes. He didn’t know what the problem was, but something told him it was personal.

Very personal.

“The missing prodigal son,” Dylan spoke blandly as they now stood before each other.

Rafe snorted. “You’re gonna get all chatty with me of all people?”

“I have a bone to pick with you, yes.”

He knew it.

“Really?” he gave her a once-over. “I barely know you, but if last more than thirty seconds, I’ll let you break a few.”

The Apollo responded with narrowed eyes.

“Begin!”

Not a breath was wasted.

Dylan gestured at Rafe with a finger gun, giving the latter the signal to simply tilt his head to the right and avoid a thin ray of light. The projectile exploded in brilliant fashion behind him, the heat caressing his back like warm hands.

He grinned prior to zipping away, narrowly dodging several more beams.

Rafe sprinted, ducked, and rolled