I raised an eyebrow at Demetrius, a challenging smirk playing on my lips as I waited for his response to Jasper's praise.
Demetrius looked around the training pit, the blackness finally fading entirely from his eyes, leaving only a deeply frustrated, protective warmth. He looked back down at me, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "I don't want you sparring anyone but me," he stated flatly, his voice carrying the heavy weight of a King who was used to getting his way.
"You go easy on me," I countered instantly, stepping closer to him so the surrounding guards couldn't overhear our quiet argument. "I know you're stronger, Demetrius, and I can always feel you holding back through our bond. Eventually, you won't have to. But until then, I need to spar with other people who will actual
