EIRA’S POV
The happiness that had bloomed within me died out the moment Aria flopped down on the bench beside me.
She clutched her glove, her bow bowed down as her body trembled. I couldn’t tell if she was trembling from exhaustion or pure anger. Elena and Elara were hovering over her, muttering words I couldn’t hear while clutching on to her arm as if to caution her.
Aria didn’t pay any attention to them.
She raised her head up, bloodshot eyes fixed on me, the coach and everyone in the vicinity.
“This has to be some kind of sick joke,” Aria finally spoke up, her voice carrying around the arena. “Are you going to stand there and pretend that this whole match was fair?”
Coach Marie looked done with Aria. She let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose and she turned to look at he
