Andria's POV
"Oh my goddess, Ari, I swear this feels like an actual sports festival," Michaela said as she waved her hands in the air in a cheerleading manner.
"Damon is literally a skilled baseball player, just look at the way he handles the ball. The moon goddess got you, God-like men," Michaela squealed as she studied Damon's movements.
I laughed softly. "Trust you to be dazzled by the show-off. You've got a mate, remember?"
She elbowed me. "Of course, I'm just admiring a work of art."
Damon must've heard, because he called out, "Eyes on me, ladies. Watch and learn how legends are made."
"More like inflated egos," I muttered, but my grin gave me away.
Aven chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't let him fool you. He's been waiting all year for this."
"Correction," Damon said, stepping up to the plate. "I was born for this."
He swung the bat once, just to hear the satisfying whoosh through the air. Tristan positioned himself as a pitcher without needing instruction.
