Lilith's POV
I stood watching Dax shoot, my heart hammering against my ribs.
His form was fluid and powerful, his shoulder and back muscles taut under the sun, carving perfect lines with every draw. Each arrow hit the bullseye with unerring accuracy.
God, he's so f*****g hot.
How could he be so calm? Just moments ago, I'd heard it clearly—the rapid, pounding rhythm of his heartbeat, a frantic drumbeat that echoed right through me, matching the intensity of his movements.
Yet now, his face was a mask of cool composure, giving nothing away.
Only the occasional, fleeting glance he threw my way held a hint of something more, a spark I couldn't quite catch.
Dax lowered his bow and glanced over. "Wanna try a different range?"
I was about to nod when I remembered—Brielle was at the profe
