Damien’s POV
I couldn’t stop from scanning the crowd, searching for Amelia. As this was the final fight, if she was still here, she had to be in the bleachers somewhere, cheering on her favorite fighter.
I wondered if she was cheering for Crow, or if she saw, as I did, the same unsettling and distasteful traits in him.
Not for the first time today, I wished she had chosen to join me and that she was sitting her beside me instead of hiding somewhere down among the crowd.
Even as the fight raged on, I found myself distracted, ever watchful for my mate.
“She’s not bad,” Keegan said. “She’s fast.”
The awe in his voice finally dragged my attention back to the ring where I watched as the much slighter Shadow consistently dodged each of Crow’s punches. The same onslaught that had taken down
