It was only a week later when I realized I had to fight Kairos, again.
Petyr had been the one to tell me about the day of the second fight. He came right up to our table one morning and looked me dead in the eye before announcing the second fight would take place on the following Saturday.
There was a sliver of fear in his gaze that I didn’t act on. But Mona clocked it and refused to let it go. She reminded me of it every day leading up to the fight and was doing the same as I changed before the fight.
I tightened the laces on the training shoes before I tied them, shoving the ends in the side as Max had taught me. He said there was nothing worse than losing a fight because you tripped. Mona was giving me my daily pep talk. This time, she’d put more “oomph” into it.
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