The sound of boots striking stone echoed across the courtyard as Dominic stepped into the training arena. The morning sun had only just begun to rise, painting the horizon in golden fire, but tension already simmered in the air like a coiled serpent.
A crowd had gathered on the elevated terraces, watching with hawk-like eyes. At the front stood Lady Fares, her arms folded elegantly, her obsidian eyes locked on Dominic.
He was shirtless, his body glistening from the early drills, muscle coiled with tension, his mind sharp. Her lust was about to increase but she did well to control it. Acting crazy in front of her subjects was going to be shameful or at least she thought.
Today was not just any test. It was his first trial as the newly appointed General of the Ghost Force.
And it wouldn't be easy.
