Jace pov
I couldn't look away.
I positioned myself in the Alpha observation area specifically to maintain professional distance, to observe the games with the detached interest expected of a hosting Alpha. But the moment Grace stepped into the fighting circle, all pretense of objectivity evaporated.
"She's fast," Marcus murmured beside me as Grace evaded Derek Walsh's opening combination with almost lazy ease.
Fast didn't begin to cover it. Grace moved like water flowing around stones, like wind slipping through trees. Every motion was economical, precise, containing not a single wasted movement. Derek was good—Jace had seen his file, knew he'd trained with some of the best instructors in the territory—but against Grace, he looked like a clumsy child.
The match ended in less than two
