Chapter:9
I could hardly believe it. Damon had another fight. I knew I had missed him, both in the restaurants and in the ring. I couldn't help but think about him over the past two weeks of his absence.
He looked just as I had remembered him: tall, ridiculously handsome, and with fire in his eyes. He fought against a man who had a similar build to him, but I trusted my gut and chose him anyway.
The man adapted to Damon's movements almost as though he was taunting him. But Damon looked calm and simply took his stance, modifying it a little by bending lower to the ground. Tension filled the air as they waited for the drop of the white handkerchief.
I felt like closing my eyes. I felt like the two men were evenly matched, and so it would prove difficult for either of them to win without
