She knew that launching head first into the fight would rattle him and that alone was nearly as satisfying as beating this mountain lion would be. He’d obviously made plenty of assumptions about her and this was a much more entertaining way of giving him a crash course on who he’d picked for a bride than sitting down and spelling it out for him. Ideally, she would have been free of him after arriving here, but she would find a way to make this work for her as she always did.
Though the rush of battle was exhilarating, she was beginning to feel the strain from a long journey, followed by unexpected combat. She was ready to finish this and sleep. Asphodel caught the mountain lions armpit after she retreated and she could see the crimson stains on his golden fur from the hits he’d already taken. The cat lifted a paw, seeming to prepare to swat for him again, but she lurched forward to catch the paw in her jaws, digging her teeth between the pads and hanging on tight as the beast began to thrash her from side to side.
