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Damon
I stood outside the infirmary, staring through the small glass window at the girl lying on the bed. Ella.
The girl I had underestimated. The girl everyone had mocked.
The girl who had just changed everything.
Her face was pale, her body motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. She looked fragile, harmless. But I knew better now.
She wasn’t weak.
She wasn’t harmless.
She was the most dangerous person in this entire tournament.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I replayed the fight in my mind. At first, she had looked as helpless as always, standing across from her opponent, an A-rank who had been so sure of his victory that he hadn’t even taken her seriously.
And then—
Then she had s
