SMACK!
The sharp, cracking sound of breaking polymer echoed through the Varisus spectating suite. Claire's hand remained firmly planted on the shattered armrest of the leather chair, which had just projected the glowing red notification summoning her to the arena floor. Her breathing was heavy, her red eyes burning with a mixture of profound frustration and dangerous anticipation.
"These fuckers," Claire hissed under her breath, her voice vibrating with barely contained rage. "Why would they choose to have me fight against Julian of all people? That mad bastard."
She didn't wait for Gideon or Evelyn to offer any words of encouragement. Hide watched her quietly from his corner as she turned on her heel and marched directly out of the suite, the heavy doors hissing shut behind her.
