When the fight officially ended and Ezrik was declared the winner, the roar of the crowd nearly shook the floor.
He stepped out of the ring and that same man from earlier at his side had his eyes shining like he was watching a god instead of a fighter. He handed Ezrik a towel, his gaze full of reverence.
Willow's chest tightened. Without thinking, she shoved her way through the crowd.
"Hey! Wait up!" Xenia called, stumbling after her.
Willow barely heard her. Her eyes locked on Ezrik's retreating figure as he disappeared down a corridor, now wearing a loose white shirt that hung carelessly off his shoulders. She broke free from the crowd, her heart pounding, and sprinted toward the hallway.
Then, "Xenia?"
Both girls froze. The voice came from behind them was low, commanding, and furious.
Xenia stiffened before slowly turning. Her father was storming toward them, rage written across his face.
Willow didn't hesitate. She bolted.
