Damon stopped in front of Selena.
The noise in the arena seemed to fall away. Even the Windsor executives, intimidated by the pressure radiating off him, instinctively took a step back.
Damon's eyes were red. He looked at the woman before him.
"Selena..." His voice was rough, fractured with regret. He wanted to explain, to say he had been blind for three years, to ask how much it had hurt when the steel tore through her shoulder.
But the moment her name left his mouth—
"Excuse me."
Selena picked up her black helmet from the podium with one hand, turned sideways, slipped past his frozen body, and walked straight toward the arena exit.
Damon snapped out of it like a man waking from a nightmare. Panic hit him all at once. He turned and chased after her.
Outside the arena. Open-air pla
