The roar of the crowd was a dull thrum in my ears, but as I stepped out, my focus was a jagged line directed at only one point in the yard. I had my hoodie gripped in one hand, my eyes scanning the sea of sweat and grit until they locked onto her.
A low, primal growl tore through my chest, vibrating in my throat.
Stevie hadn’t been exaggerating. Kenzie was standing there, a vision of effortless, ethereal beauty in a place that smelled of blood and sweat, but she was essentially topless. The beige crop top was a ghost of a garment; it didn't even reach her stomach or cover her back, leaving the entire curve of her waist and spine exposed to the night air. And the fabric itself—it was a death sentence. Under the harsh lights of the scrapyard, the mesh was completely translucent. It left no
