Flicking the blood off of my blade, I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed that this wave of enemies was wiped out completely, this moment of freedom allowing me to stretch and tend to the wound on my left forearm that had come from a singular second of me not paying attention.
I had been too enamored looking at the flames that had wreathed my mate to notice that the mantis monster had gotten right up on me quicker than I had expected, and as such it was able to swing its serrated scythe of an arm down at me and score a deep gash with ease.
It wasn't even like the monsters were that strong or sneaky... I was just dealing with a lapse in awareness that came from me appreciating how utterly ravishing my mate was with this new version of herself.
No one could ever convince me that seeing this bronze skinned, arrogant and muscled woman bathed in gorgeous crimson flames - and knowing that all of that beauty you were seeing was all yours - would not distract them.