Chapter 18
Claire
Tyler led me to the front row where three seats were left vacant. “Are these for us?” I asked.
“Yep, and the other’s for Jake. He’ll be down here in a minute. My dad was up in his office talking to him about something,” he said.
The moment Mason got into the cage it was like something switched in him. His eyes took on a new glow of excitement and he strutted around the cage with perfect confidence. He was shirtless, showing off every single curve and dip of his muscles, but the shorts were something I had never seen before; he must have put them on under his jeans before we left. They were black with spatters of red on them, like blood, and white line designs on the thighs as well, but on the very bottom hem of his shorts was the outline of an eagle. It was almost the
