Teclos stood in the second row of the formation, feet shoulder-width apart, arms loose at his sides.
Ralph stood to his right.
Loric to his left.
Ralph, unfortunately, was not focused.
He leaned slightly forward, eyes fixed shamelessly on the girl positioned directly in front of him. She had braided auburn hair and moved with surprising grace as she adjusted her stance. Ralph was not subtle about watching her adjust.
Loric, on the other hand, was very focused.
Just not on the right thing.
His chin was tilted up a fraction too high, eyes flicking between Teclos and the front of the formation as if silently measuring them both. Competitive energy radiated off him—insufferable and annoying.
Teclos rolled his eyes.
Of course.
Before either of them could whisper something stupid to Teclos, Sera's voice cut cleanly through the murmurs.
"Attention."
The arena became silent.
