“My sword?” Cleo flushed and smacked him on one pectoral. “Not that… Geez… I meant…” She groaned. “Can’t blame me for trying.” He pressed a light kiss to her lips. “I know what you mean, Cleo.” Nik held her hand as they went toward the back of the house. He pressed a button, and a panel opened noiselessly in the wall. Damn! They walked down steps illuminated by small lights on every third stair. Cleo’s breath caught in her throat when they entered a huge room. Obviously, a training room. Well, this explains all the flipping muscles he has. “This is amazing.” “Spasibo.” “You’re welcome,” she responded. He led her to double doors on one side of the room and slid them back. Her breath left her in a rush. Not one but many swords hung there. There were two heavier blades, which caught her eyes.
