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Once that flood gate opened, I found myself looking at all my guards in ways I shouldn’t be. Dom may have been the first to make me feel things unholy, but he definitely wasn’t the last.

Finally, I turn back to the target, planting my feet firmly in the dirt and mimicking Callum’s stance just the way he taught me.

Callum glances over, taking note of my flushed cheeks with his eyes. He lets out a laugh, then throws me a wink that sends a heated flood straight to my pulsating core.

For the love of everything holy, get a hold of yourself, Robyn.

My guards will be the death of everything moral inside me.

I am Princess Robyn of Berxley, Lady of Windemere, and a lady is never to be touched by a man before she is wed. Of course, that doesn’t stop the throbbing ache between my thighs or the constant daydreaming about any one of them storming my bed chambers and having their way with me.

“Get out of your head, Sunshine,” Callum whispers so that the others can’t hear. “Come back to me. The sooner you hit that target. The sooner Dom lets us go back to Windemere.”

A shiver of excitement runs through whenever he calls me that.

Cal’s no fool.

He’s fully aware of the spark they’ve ignited inside me. It’s not like I hide it very well, either. My body betrays me every time I’m near them. Which is morning, noon, and night, might I add.There’s a growing flame winding its way around us, and one of us is bound to get burned.

I shoot off a few more arrows, and this time they go wide, not even close to the target.

Callum whispers his sweet words of encouragement as I reach for another. “You got this. Remember what I taught you.” He slides a hand under my arm to adjust my aim, then steps away to pick up his bow.

He’s been patient, teaching me all the tricks of his craft. Unlike the other assholes training me, he is kind, and I value his words of uplifting motivation.

He’s a proud man, but his accomplishments in battle and tournaments speak for themselves. The best marksman in all of IronHaven and one of the top in all of the realm. He’s not shy about making his reputation known to all, especially the guard. It’s how he earned his place by my side.

He throws me a panty-dropping wink before he turns to face the tree in front of us with a bullseye marked on it.

I’m determined to hit this target at least once before we return to Windemere. After the grueling training sessions these men have put me through this week, my pride won’t let me walk away without a win. No matter how small it may be. I’m going to achieve at least one of my goals.

It may be wishful thinking, but just once I hope his arrow goes wide while mine hits the damn bullseye. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

I hear chuckling from behind, so I take a quick glance over my shoulder to see Greyson standing with his arms crossed over his chest by Dominic’s side. Of course he’s staring me down with a grin on his face, waiting for me to miss one more time.

He looks equally as arrogant as the man next to him. They don’t think I can do it. Well, I’ll show them.

Hit the damn target, Robyn.

I take a few deep, steadying breaths before reaching over my shoulder and drawing another arrow from my quiver.

My muscles tighten as I draw the string all the way back, almost touching my ear. My fingers release the string, sending the arrow flying through the forest and striking the circle for the first time.

“Yesss!” I shout, jumping into the air hysterically. Cal swoops me up into his arms, spinning me around. He sets me back on my feet, quirking his brows at me. The moment he looks away, I spin on my heels to look at Dominic and Greyson triumphantly.

Dominic stands stone-faced, his brooding features never faltering. The icy glare he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. He’s clearly not impressed with my skills, but I won’t let him get me down. I’m overjoyed that I finally hit the target.

“Nice hit, Princess,” Callum cheers as the others continue to scowl in my direction. “Don’t worry about them. They wouldn’t be happy if you had just won the tournament of champions.”

“Would it kill them to say something nice for once?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, it probably would,” Cal laughs.

Greyson snickers under his breath, which pisses me off even more than the expression he was throwing my way mere seconds ago. I toss him a dirty look, but when that doesn’t have any effect, I stick my tongue out at him and turn back to Callum. At least one of them isn’t a complete jerk.

“Hey, don’t let them get to you, Princess. They’re just mad they didn’t pick up the trade as quickly as you. But of course, they didn’t have me as their teacher, either,” Callum boasts, picking up another arrow and shooting it in their direction. Both Dominic and Greyson dive out of the way before the arrow hits the tree where they were just standing.

“What the fuck, Cal!” Greyson shouts, jumping to his feet. With his jaw clenched tightly, he races toward us through theclearing with a dark look in his eyes. He’s ready to repay Callum with a fist to the face.

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