Sir Sampson chuckled, clearly ignorant of the currents of tension swirling around us—or maybe he was choosing to ignore it.
“Oh, come now. A little sparring won’t hurt. It’s been a while since the two of you trained together. Show the men how it’s done.”
Cain’s expression darkened subtly, and I saw the slightest flare of annoyance in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was directed at his father or at Nathan.
Nathan stepped forward, rolling his shoulders, and the light glistened off his sweat-slicked skin. His entire demeanor screamed confidence, almost challenging Cain to say no.
“Fine,” Cain finally relented.
He removed his shirt in one smooth motion, and I found myself involuntarily holding my breath. His body was just as sculpted and powerful as Nathan’s, but where Nathan was raw and in
