YARD
At the center of the yard, swords clashed against each other, sparks flying with every strike.
The fight was intense—deadly and bone-chilling—but in the eyes of the two men involved, it felt like child’s play.
Duncan swung his sword with precision, his movements effortless, as if the blade weighed no more than a feather.
Lucas had a smile on his face. It had been a long time since he’d sparred with this man.
The fact that Duncan was fighting him today meant he was in a good mood. A really good mood.
“So, is she the one?” Lucas asked between heavy breaths as they took a break. “Your mate?”
After taking a sip of water, Duncan cleared his throat. “Yes… and no.”
Lucas’s smile dropped. “Are you serious right now? Don’t start with your mind games.”
Duncan’s lips tugged slightly. “L
