Sylvie’s POV:
The crowd, which had quieted down in the past few minutes, holding its breath, now erupted all of a sudden. Hoots, hollers, and whistles echoed across the vast stadium, a cacophony of appreciation.
My eyes, still stinging with frustration, flickered towards the source of the commotion. I turned my head, just slightly, to catch Maureen, hiding her blushing face behind the palm of her hand, giggling like a schoolgirl.
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. Yeah. He was good looking, I conceded internally. But were they truly so shallow, that they were actively ignoring the imminent, horrifying danger he was in?
The very real possibility of his death, right before their eyes? My gaze snapped back to Hawke. Blisters, angry pink and dark red, had instantly appeared on his sh
