Chapter 76
Leandro and Thomas trudged back to the side of the training grounds, their bodies drenched with sweat, the weight of their armor heavier than usual after hours of sparring. The clang of metal hitting the stone floor echoed as Leandro unfastened his breastplate and let it fall aside with a grunt.
“Finally,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “I swear Federico doesn’t understand what it means to keep men at the grounds for this long. He spends half his days brooding and the rest plotting.”
Thomas smirked as he loosened the straps of his gauntlets. “That’s all he ever does, plot. And now he’s suddenly hosting dinners? Inviting Bennett, of all people?” He shook his head in disbelief. “It stinks of something more than hospitality.”
Leandro kicked off his boots and
