Elena’s POV
I stood beside Prince Deacon with my head held high and my hand still on the stick, waiting for more things to unfold. Knowing Glenda and her stubbornness, I knew she wouldn’t accept her defeat so easily.
My eyes narrowed when Glenda’s breathing became heavier. Her jaws clenched, and her hands balled into a fist on her side as if she were trying to control herself, but… she ended up still losing it.
“I don’t believe this!” Her voice shook a little bit as she looked at Prince Deacon, but the hate and disgust in her voice were audible.
“This was a setup, wasn’t it? You conspired with that last challenger to make a fool of me—both of you!” she dramatically accused, eyes wondering a few seconds as she glanced at the last challenger and sent him a glare.
I wanted to roll my eye
