The announcement declaring our team's victory echoed through the arena, followed by cheers from players removing their masks and congratulating one another.
I felt... Lighter. Not healed. Not magically fixed. But lighter.
Knox pulled his helmet off, running a hand through his messy dark hair before looking at me. He slowly lifted both hands into the air.
"Easy there, Commando."
I snorted as I unclipped my own helmet, shaking my ponytail loose before stretching my sore shoulders.
"My arms are officially filing a complaint."
His eyes traveled over me with quiet amusement. He stepped closer, stopping just within arm's reach.
"You know..." His gaze lingered on my face. "Seeing you like that almost deserves a reward."
"Oh?"
"I was thinking..." he drawled lazily, "a kiss would be a rea
