Chapter 8
Urmah ducked again and rolled to the other side, dodging the blade. Adadanu barely missed his head. He growled angrily that fucking Akkadian wants to kill him. The prince surged forward with barely contained anger, clasping his sword tightly when it clashed with the other man’s spear.
The impact rattled his entire body, but he wasn’t fazed he pushed again with all his might. He needed this; he needed to release this tension coursing through his body that rage and anger were so consuming that he barely could breathe.
He needed a release and with the two options in hand, he didn’t like the idea of losing himself in a female’s body; he wasn’t in the mood for that; he wanted blood, his or that fucker, in front of him.
“Easy Urmah, what has gotten into you, you don’t usually spare this heedlessly, use your brain, not your body.”