By the time they left the arena, Marcus and Scar were already in the ring, throwing punches and kicking each other’s arses. The crowd was on fire, screaming, cheering, betting, and throwing words into the smoky air. But Hunter wasn't settled as he drew her to her foot and started to leave.
On that same floor, Hunter held Mirabella’s hand firmly and led her through what looked like an alley or a very long and very dark corridor. The crowd noise dimmed behind them the deeper they went. This time, Tobias followed, walking quietly in front as if leading the way. He didn’t say a word, his footsteps echoing against the walls. He looked like a shadow, moving fast and sure, as though he knew exactly where they were headed.
Mirabella’s chest was already tight. The air here was heavier, colder, wi
