The only thing that will matter is the man in the cage with me.
My shoulder stings a little. As though my body is trying to remind me that this is not a sure thing.
There’s a very real possibility I might die tonight—not least because I am still in recovery.
As Juliusz keeps pontificating, clearly stalling until all the bets are in, I scan the crowd.
I can’t see Charlotte anywhere, but I can sense her eyes on me. Just like I can feel the ghostly trace ofher lips still brushing desperately against mine.
That kiss was just what I needed.
A physical reminder of why I’m here.
I feel a renewed sense of determination as I turn my attention back to the ring.
For her sake just as much as Evie’s.
“Let’s welcome our first fighter,” Juliusz screams. “The Polish Beast, the Mad Titan, the Brin
