Dylan's POV
Tomorrow is the gods duo, and I can’t seem to concentrate on anything. My thoughts are consumed—utterly devoured—by what’s coming. Chris. That bastard. The fight. The truth. It’s all I can think about.
I haven’t slept a single damn second since last night. Every little sound, every movement, every breath I take just pisses me off. I can’t get myself to calm down, can’t focus, can’t escape this heavy feeling clawing at my chest.
A knock comes at my door just as I’m dragging myself off the bed. I don’t even get the chance to ask who it is before Vanessa pushes it open and walks in.
I groan and fall back onto the bed, exhausted. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice sharp, impatient.
She doesn’t flinch. “I don’t think you should fight tomorrow,” she says. “We have to find a wa
