Estella’s POV
After the sparring match, my relationship with Dane hit rock bottom. Literally.
Whatever warmth and attraction he felt for me seemed to disappear behind a wall of anger. He didn’t look at me anymore. When he spoke, it was only in clipped commands and harsh corrections.
The others in the club noticed, of course. Bree’s gaze kept flicking nervously between us while Lina’s cheerful chatter died whenever we were in the same room. I even heard Mark mutter, “You could cut the tension between those two with a blade.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Every glance Dane avoided, every harsh word, every time his hand brushed mine, only to pull back as if burned—it all twisted my heart more and more. And worse, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about what he wasn’t saying. Instead of encouraging
