Archer helps me off the stage. He follows behind me as I walk the line of members waiting for me. Each of them shake my hand. A jolt of energy courses through my body as our tattooed hands touch.
I’m almost to the end when I run into an younger man. He has kind, green eyes and hair as black as night. He almost seems to be my age if not for the deep smile lines next to his mouth. “Congratulations,” he says.
“Thank you,” I answer.
“Tyler Lancaster,” he continues. “I’m the personal combat trainer for the Hayes. I teach basic combat to all the members of the Court.”
I feel Archer’s hand on my hip. It’s possessive. My heart flutters. “Oh,” I say to Tyler. “That’s – okay.Wow.”
Tyler laughs. “I’ll be in touch soon,” then he winks at me. Archer’s hands clench into my skin. Then immediately re
