Michael took his helmet off, snorting aggressively to try and breathe through the frustration.
He wiped at his eyes, cursing his inability to control himself. What he had done would only make things worse for him. There was no way she would let him beat Griffin, so he had accomplished only to teach her how to upset him more efficiently.
Taking a heavy breath, dreading what might be coming to him, Michael left the arena.
Someone tried to congratulate him as he returned to the dressing room, but Michael marched past, apologizing. “Thanks, sorry, but I need to uh…”
Michael didn’t bother finding a reasonable explanation. He needed to find a place where he’d be alone, so he went to one of the private changing rooms, shut the door, and waited there. He intended to stay until he was called f
