The water bottle she'd been holding splashed across Damien's smirking face.
"Damien!" she hissed, her cheeks blazing crimson. "You know I'm more sensitive now!"
Her voice, though hushed, carried perfectly in the sudden silence that had fallen over the training ground. Every male within earshot froze mid-movement, ears perked straight up, faces flushing with embarrassment or arousal or both.
Victor's head snapped around, his golden wings flaring. With swift, efficient movements, he delivered sharp cuffs to the backs of the heads of the nearest gawking trainees. Voss and Ivan followed suit, each smacking their respective students back to attention.
"Eyes on your opponents," Victor growled, his voice carrying dangerous undertones.
Dimitri's answering growl was even deeper, a rumbling warning that had several of the younger beasts ducking their heads in submission.
