BLAISE
I wasn’t sure what I was walking into, but I knew it couldn’t wait till morning.
Yeah, it was late. Late enough that even the training freaks in Sector C were probably snoring into their swords. But Ivy hadn’t been herself since the match announcement, and it was eating at me. I needed answers, straight ones. Not more guessing games. Not more second-guessing. I had too much on the line to let things slide into maybes.
And let’s be real. I didn’t just want answers. I wanted Ivy to get her head in the game. Our game.
This wasn’t some training match with wooden swords and laughter at the end. This was the first real test. Our first real test. The results were going to set the tone for the rest of the month, maybe the entire semester. This was the kind of match the top dogs watched.
