Juliette’s POV
Rain had returned, drumming against the arena roof like a warning drumbeat, relentless and unnerving. Every drop seemed amplified, echoing in my chest, making my pulse race in erratic rhythms. The events of the past twenty-four hours had left me exhausted, frayed at the edges, yet I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pause. The figure from before—him—was still looming in my mind, an invisible presence that gnawed at my thoughts.
I moved through the locker room with careful steps, my kit in hand, trying to appear calm, competent, normal. But inside, chaos swirled. Every glance at the shadows, every flicker of movement outside the glass doors, made my stomach twist with fear and anticipation. Someone was out there. Someone was watching. And they weren’t friendly.
Bryan and Dorian had
