Lyra’s POV
There were definitely worse ways to spend a Tuesday afternoon than watching four incredibly attractive men beat the hell out of each other.
I was perched on my favorite boulder at the edge of the training grounds, supposedly reading a book but mostly just enjoying the view. The boys had been at it for over an hour, and they were all shirtless now, sweat gleaming on their skin as they moved through combat drills with deadly grace.
Yeah, reading was definitely overrated.
“Focus, Zane!” Darius called out as he blocked a strike that would have taken a normal person’s head off. “You’re telegraphing your left hooks.”
“I am not…” Zane started, then grunted as Marcus swept his legs out from under him.
“You are,” Marcus said cheerfully, offering his brother a hand up. “Your shoulde
