Eva Moore leapt back from Leo Shaw's embrace as if scorched, her cheeks burning a deep crimson that spread all the way to the tips of her ears. She put several hasty steps between them, heart hammering so loudly she feared the entire arena could hear it. The warmth of his body still lingered on hers, along with that faint masculine scent—clean sweat mixed with ozone from his thunder. Her Spirit Energy flow stuttered, disrupted by the sudden intimacy.
"N-No way..." she stammered, voice softer than intended, big eyes wide with flustered defiance. "I won't yield!"
Leo exhaled a helpless sigh, though amusement glinted in his eyes. He'd given her every opening—restrained, merciful. But pride burned bright in these academy elites; surrender without full effort would haunt her. "Alright then,"
