Kieran folded his arms as he watched Rory stumble through the course for what had to be the fiftieth time. The little idiot was hopeless at dodging. He was too slow, too unsure of himself, and every time he tried to pivot, he got tangled in his own feet.
But gods, was he pretty.
Kieranβs jaw clenched as he watched Rory huff, his cheeks flushed from exertion, sweat beading at his brow. His loose tunic clung to his body, the fabric damp in places, outlining his small frame. Kieran should