Chapter 25: Adelaide.

"Is training usually done shirtless?"

There's a clack! clack! before Rhys responds to me.

"Lord Lyros is usually not present during training sessions. I did hear there were sightings of some rogues at the north border so maybe that's why he's here."

I don't take my eyes off the two battling forms in the middle of the large room, but I don't have to before I detect the displeased notes in Rhys's voice.

He's displeased at this?'

My mind straight up blanks out when I see Cain avoid a hit so powerful that I'm sure it would have left an angry red bruise on his skin.

My eyes are drawn to the lean and rippling muscles that make up his upper body, and damn!

He looks like a perfectly sculpted piece of art. And never has a sculpture looked so good in leather pants.

I would drool if I didn't value my life so much.

Lyros advances on Cain again and this is the moment my heart stops. If I would drool for Cain, I would faint because of Lyros.

His chest is riddled with scars. His skin isn't as pale