Chapter Fifteen
Kael's POV
My gaze remained fixed on her from the very beginning of the fight, unwavering in a way that slowly became noticeable even to me, as though something in my body had already decided she was the only thing worth watching in that entire arena.
The noise around me rose and fell in waves, the sound of bodies colliding, the dull thud of impact, the sharp gasps and cheers from the guests, yet none of it managed to pull my attention away from her for more than a second.
There was nothing weak about the way she fought.
Nothing uncertain.
She didn't move like someone thrown into a game she wasn't prepared for, and she definitely didn't move like someone who had been injured.
Her stance alone was enough to make something in me stiffen slightly, because it wasn't wild or instinctive in the way most of them were. It was controlled and well-balanced. She moved like someone who had been taught.
Who exactly was she?
