Varg's Pov
The moment I stepped into my room, my phone began blaring. I glanced at the screen and saw Baron Cage’s name flashing, manager of the underground arena.
“What’s going on, Varg?” Baron demanded the second I answered. His tone was sharp, and it reminded me of the fight I’d missed earlier because of the chaos with Lyra. “You’re distracted, and it’s not good for my business.”
“I got caught up with something important,” I replied curtly. “Set up a rematch.”
Baron scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Your excuses don’t pay my bills. Lucky for you, Mathew’s been hounding me for another shot at you. Fine, I’ll set it up. But if you pull this crap again, you’ll be out. And don’t forget, I already paid you for the last fight.”
The line went dead before I could respond. I clenched my phone
