TAYLOR'S POV
The palace gym was filled with its usual activity. . Sweat clung to every surface and the sound of weights clanging filled the air. Everything here screamed 'dedication'.
I was dedicated… at least when it came to beating Kyle’s ass. I had to prove I was stronger than him. Always.
I glanced over at him on the treadmill beside me. We’ve been locked in this unspoken competition for years now, constantly trying to outrun each other, outlift each other—anything to one-up the other.
“You can give up now, you sissy,” I said, a smug grin pulling at my lips.
Kyle shot me a sideways glance, furrowing his brow. “Who even says that anymore?”
“I do.”
He shook his head in mock disbelief. “You are so infuriating.”
I let out a short laugh. “At least I’m not the one who got saved by a
