Chapter 63

The rounds wore on, and Kit pretended to care who advanced, though she was more interested in looking at the forms beneath the tunics and trousers. Landon’s bulging biceps and the way the cords in Jate’s neck strained when he concentrated had her shifting in her seat and even licking her lips from time to time. In the end, it came down to the two of them, and no one was surprised when Jate hit the bullseye right in the center in his final shot, edging Landon out for the win.

“Ah, that’s too bad,” Avinia sighed. “I was hoping Landon would win.”

“And I was hoping Jate would win!” Isla said, clapping loudly.

Kit wasn’t really cheering for either of them, but she was relieved it wasn’t one of the unattractive Representatives or those who annoyed her who had won. Her mother congratulated Jate on his victory, and Kit hopped up off of the bench to bring him his prize.