Czar was truly a man of his word.
The very next morning, as if he had only needed to snap his fingers, an archery field had appeared at the headquarters.
It wasn't massive but it was more than enough for her to practice comfortably, tucked just around the perimeter of his house. Several target boards stood in a neat row and a selection of bows rested on a custom rack.
Roseanne couldn't help but be impressed. It had been ages since she last picked up a bow, but even now, she could tell how high-quality everything was.
The recurved bows were crafted from premium materials, their finish both elegant and bold. The sight of them made her fingertips itch with anticipation. Everything about the setup exuded a sense of power and luxury like something out of a private sporting club for the elite.
"Are you done admiring the bows?"
Czar's voice was a low whisper behind her, his lips brushing her nape in a lingering kiss. She shivered at the contact, warmth flooding her cheeks.
