Elara'S POV
A moment later, the place erupted with cheers as the fighters emerged one after the other. Lysander was a sight in nothing but boxer shorts. Several women screamed his name, which did this funny thing in my chest. It tightened, and I balled my fists in my lap.
Lysander spotted me and winked. My insides warmed.
Kaelen let out a choking sound, but I ignored him.
The other fighter, Maddox, received an equal number of cheers and hoots. My stomach flipped in the nausea kind of way. The man was larger than Kaelen. His muscles had muscles, and he was going to murder Lysander. I couldn’t watch.
The server chose that moment to show up with our drinks. I took a huge gulp of the spicy fruit wine. The alcohol went straight to my head but did little to calm my nerves.
It seemed that
