As Theo made his way down, Owen couldn't help but shake his head.
"It's always the same with that guy," he muttered. "Pulling something crazy like that…"
Iris didn't say anything.
Her gaze remained fixed on Theo's back.
Finally, she turned slightly.
"Owen," she said quietly.
He tilted his head faintly.
"…Was it all true?"
Owen didn't hesitate.
He nodded calmly, glancing back at the arena.
"Yup," he said, letting out a soft breath. "And it wasn't the only bad experience we had with those rich bastards either."
Iris fell silent.
Her fingers tightened slightly against her arm as many thoughts ran through her mind.
She glanced at the Whitmores on the other side of the arena.
Finally, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"…I see."
She didn't say anything else after that.
Both just kept their eyes locked on the arena, just like everyone else.
Minutes passed slowly as whispers of anticipation went through the entire arena.
