Liam paused mid-step, turning to lock gaze with Kaine. The air in the training hall turned razor-sharp—silent and heavy.
Even Seraphina tilted her head, eyes glinting with interest. "Oh?" she purred. "We're doing that today?"
Charlotte frowned, confusion flashing across her face. "Wait, what? He just sparred—"
"Are you in any position to question me?" Kaine cut in, his voice like ice under pressure. He stepped forward, each footfall against the mat resounding louder than it should have. "And he's clearly not even winded."
Liam slowly turned to face him, cracking his neck with a low pop. "So what's this? A lesson in humility? Or just a petty grudge match in disguise?"
Kaine didn't blink. "If I wanted to humble you, Hunter, I'd have done it long before now."
