As Levi locked eyes with Raika, he felt a twist in his gut. That smirk, the same smug, knowing he’d seen earlier before Reinhart interfered, told him everything.
This wasn’t about a sparring match. It was payback. Raika had found the perfect opportunity to lay his hands on Levi in front of everyone, and worse, do it without consequence.
Levi clenched his fists, his mind racing.
“Oh come on, we both know that’s not fair, man,” Kyle said, stepping forward, his arm stretching out protectively in front of Levi like a barrier.
Raika turned his head slightly, still keeping his gaze locked on Levi. “What are you talking about?” he said with a forced casual tone. “He said pick anyone. I picked. So what exactly are you yapping about?”
His voice was calm, but the way his eyes narrowed betrayed
