It should have been empty. Instead it was crowded with warriors. Some of them leaned against the walls, dripping with sweat, as they watched their companions fight. The battle practice was unusually fierce, and the room rang with their curses and grunts of pain. Seeing Cam slumped in the corner of the room, Valan squatted down next to him. "What are my warriors doing?" "Fighting." "I can see that, but why so fiercely?" Observing them, he saw most sported bruises on some part of their body. Surprisingly, not one of them had a mark on his face. A dark brow lifted in inquiry. "It’s the plan." "The plan?""Doctor Veeson said the more we touch our mates the more our fever will transfer to them. Tonight, I will demand my female massage my bruised body." His wicked grin told the rest of the story. "The others?" Valan asked, indicating the other warriors in the room. "The same." Valan laughed. The other warriors, suspecting what he’d been told, joined in. Cocky grins replaced disgruntled frowns.
