"Commander."
Every man on the field saluted with a fist to the chest.
"Captain Sparrow. I see you have met my wife."
Without a care in the world, Maddox kissed Guinevere on the lips. The kiss was not a gentle polite one. It was entirely too long.
When he drew back, her face was on fire.
He moved behind her, casually, and pulled her against his chest, arms wrapping around her.
No soldier on the field could look away. This was Maddox Drakencrest, and none of them could reconcile what they were watching.
"How did she do?"
"She just passed the first trial," the captain answered.
Maddox stiffened behind her. He turned his head to Ryker. "On her first day."
Ryker was not fazed. "Perfect score." He tipped his chin towards the field. "Forty-five seconds on her third lap."
Maddox blinked a few times, taking it all in. Then he looked back down at Guinevere tucked under his arm.
He went still behind her again.
She pulled out of his grip and turned to face him, her brows knit.
