KAI POV
Did I feel bad for knocking Reyes out cold?
A bit.
But the smug golden retriever needed to be put back in his place—and fast. Before either Dalton or Derrick completely lost it. And trust me, they were close.
Stupid mutts.
The second Leo started calling out sparring pairs, I felt them. Their gazes. Both of them—Dalton and Derrick—locked onto me like I was a goddamn siren pulling ships into the rocks. I didn’t have to look to know. My skin tingled, warmed. Summer stirred inside me, ears flicking with mild amusement.
‘They’re watching again,’ she purred.
‘Like good boys,’ I thought back.
They were supposed to be sparring. But I could feel the tension in the air twisting tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point. Neither of them was paying attention.
