{Regina}
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I didn't tell anyone I was coming here. Not Kaelis. Not Soraya. Not even the other members, or that nosy assistant who can't keep her mouth shut.
I shouldn't have had to sneak around my own academy, but here I was, pressed against the cold edge of a window frame outside the training hall, watching the little omega-that-wasn't supposed to matter.
I had heard her name called not even an hour ago, one of the twenty chosen for the next duel.
I had smiled to myself then, thinking how poetic it would be to watch her crumble this time, beaten bloody and embarrassed.
I wanted to see her reminded of what she was—beneath whatever new, fragile confidence she had wrapped around herself.
The air outside the hall was thick with the smell of dust and sweat. My reflection shimmered faintly in the glass as I leaned closer, my eyes searching the arena below.
I spotted her immediately, small, red-haired, standing across from her opponent. A boy easily thrice her size. Perfect.
