The next morning, the tension in the air was truly suffocating.
The training grounds were filled with warriors, but my focus was locked on only two men
Stefano.
Rigz.
I watched, heart in my throat, as they squared off.
This wasn’t just training. This was war. I knew it. They knew it.
And so did everyone who was watching.
Stefano moved first, throwing a powerful punch toward Rigz’s ribs.
Rigz dodged smoothly, countering with a brutal strike to Stefano’s jaw.
A gasp rippled through the crowd. I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms.
Blow after blow, they fought like animals.
Like rivals. Like men fighting over something they both wanted to own.
Me.
The realization sent a shiver through me. Stefano lunged again, aiming for Rigz’s face.
Rigz blocked it with ease, twistin
