Flashback ( PDFDrive )

counts.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I’m doing the same thing?” Bo
countered. “And I’ve still beaten you every single time?”
“Ugh, would you guys just admit you’re in love with each other
already?” Keefe told them. “If Fitzphie can do it, anyone can!”
Bo and Ro aimed their weapons at him—and Sophie was tempted to
grab a throwing star and join in.
“Trust me, boy, if love were any part of this, it would make things
very easy,” Bo snarled at him.
“Don’t,” Ro commanded.
Bo ignored her. “You want to know what’s going on between me
and the princess? Ask her father—he’s the one who arranged our
marriage. Performed the ceremony himself, and gave us these.”
He pointed to the tattoos on their foreheads, which actually did
kinda match.
“So wait,” Sophie said, trying to process. “You guys are married.”
Ro gritted her teeth. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Uh, I’m thinking you’re Mr. and Mrs. Bo-Ro,” Keefe cut in.
Ro waved her dagger at him. “Don’t make me hurt you—and you
know I’m not talking about using this blade to do it.” Keefe’s mouth
snapped shut as she added, “Yes, we’re married. But it’s all just a
formality. My father’s foolish plan to protect his two strongest
warriors.”
“Protecting me had nothing to do with this,” Bo argued. “Dimitar
came to me personally—begged me to cooperate as a personal favor.
Said it was the only way he could think of to prevent his headstrong
daughter from getting herself killed in the final spar.”
Ro’s eyes flashed with betrayal and hate.