Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 363

Luke Holloway was in charge of the drums. He was shirtless, his bronzed skin slick with sweat, gleaming metallic under the stark white lights.

His arms flexed with every beat, muscles layered and defined, biceps taut and hard as iron when he gripped the drumsticks.

Adrian narrowed his eyes, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Is our big brother-in-law joining Daph on stage for the show?”

Selene nodded. “They’ll have some stage combat together. This act is something Daph planned, but she needs my brother to pull it off.”

Adrian let out a soft huff through his nose. Once again, Luke Holloway was giving Daph a serious helping hand.

He teased, “With Luke on stage, I bet he’s going to pick up a whole new fan club tonight.”

Selene just smiled, and at that moment, Luke turned and started sparring with the little lion as it balanced atop the wooden posts.

Daph, hidden inside the lion costume, leapt up and planted both feet squarely on Luke’s chest. Luke caught her, steady and unflinching, then set her carefully back onto the post.

“Your takeoff’s off-balance,” he said, his tone all business. “If you keep jumping like that, you’ll fall.”

He fixed her with a stern look. “Again. Let’s go.”

Daph tried the move again. She lifted the lion head and jumped, but her center of gravity shifted and her shin struck the post. Luke caught her just in time.

“Your basics still need work,” Luke said gruffly. “You need to drill this until it’s second nature.”

He glanced over at the acrobatics coaches, who were sprawled out on a bench, catching their breath.

“You guys—help Daph keep practicing.”

“Oh, come on…”

The coaches groaned, faces drawn. “We’ve been at this since six in the morning. How do you two still have so much energy?”

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