Grace pov
I stood at the starting line of the endurance course as dawn broke over the mountains, my breath forming small clouds in the crisp morning air. Around me, the other top-ranked competitors stretched and mentally prepared for what everyone knew would be the most brutal challenge of the games. Thirty miles through terrain that would test every ounce of strength, stamina, and mental fortitude they possessed.
I could feel Jace's eyes on me from the observation platform. Had felt them throughout yesterday's challenges, burning into my back like a brand I couldn't shake. Part of me—the part that was still that broken eighteen-year-old girl—wanted to turn around, to see if he looked as miserable as I hoped he did.
But Grace Evans didn't look back anymore.
*I hope he's watching,* I th
