The air tensed the stadium itself sensed that something was about to happen.
From the crowd, everyone went silent, eyes wide with curiosity and thinly hidden interest and yet again, neither of them did anything, edged to the end of their seats with sick interest.
Down on the field, White Viper’s expression flickered—just briefly. Fear slid through his eyes before he buried it under arrogant scoff.
He lifted his chin and met Mirena's gaze.
“What’s this?” he asked mockingly. “Since when do we point guns at humans instead of targets?”
Mirena’s grip didn’t waver. She pressed the barrel harder against his chest, feeling the solid resistance beneath his riding gear.
When his body stiffened instinctively, the corner of her lips curved beneath her now lopsided mask.
“Since t
