Myra held her bloodied nose and stumbled outside, wiping the blood streaks from her chin with the towel. She stretched her neck, standing on her tiptoes to catch a glimpse of Matteo through the crowd of warriors. He was dressed casually in a fitted black round-neck shirt and plain joggers that somehow looked obscenely expensive on his powerful frame. Even in such simple attire, he was impossibly eye-catching.
“Your Majesty, you’re here,” Riley called out boldly. “What brings you to our humble training grounds?” Matteo squinted, his gaze sharp. “Are you trying to say I’m not welcome here?”
The entire crowd held their breath. Many of the women admired Riley’s bravery for questioning the king so directly. What they didn’t know was that Riley, Dante, and the inner circle had been childhood f
