"Let's see what you've got, Sorayah. And don't even think about going to bed without learning everything I plan to teach you tonight," Dimitri said, his voice a low, commanding purr that slithered through the night air like a promise.
Before Sorayah could even steady her stance or set the arrow properly into the bow, Dimitri closed the distance between them in a single stride. He reached out, seizing her hand and drawing her closer to him, his presence both intimidating and magnetic. She could feel the heat of his body behind her as he positioned himself, his chest nearly touching her back. The bow and arrow were in her hands, but now they were also in his, his fingers wrapped around hers with calculated precision.
"I can shoot the arrow myself, Your Highness," Sorayah said, trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying both her nerves and her pride. "You don't have to guide me."
