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The Champion was still sprawled on the floor, his ornate armor slightly askew, his breathing even.
I looked around, noting the disarray, removed the cloak, and hung it back in the wardrobe.
Kneeling beside the Champ, I gently shook his shoulder.
He stirred, groaning as he opened his eyes.
They blinked a few times before focusing on me, a mixture of surprise and grogginess.
“What… where am I?” he mumbled, rubbing his temples, trying to sit up.
“In your cell,” I replied, my tone even. “You blacked out last night.”
He paused for a moment, trying to recollect. “Did we… uh,” he hesitated, looking up at me with a hint of playfulness, “have a good time last night?”
I smirked, deciding to play along. “Oh, absolutely. That was why you blacked out. You pushed yourself so hard. You were a total sex machine.”
A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “Well, I always strive to give my best performance,” he boasted, stretching his arms and yawning.
I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
Shuffling to a seated position, the Champion looked at me with a sly glint in his eyes. “So, how about round two… or three? One more before you return to the Prize Pool?”
“No,” I said firmly, standing up. “Last night was enough.”
The Champion raised an eyebrow, perhaps surprised at a Prize taking control. “Oh. Okay. Wait a second. I’ll escort you back to the Pool.”
“There’s no need,” I said. “I can take care of myself.”
I exited the cell, the weight of my feelings for Kuana pressed on me, reminding me of the complicated path ahead.
The love I felt for him was undeniable, but there was a lot we needed to work through.
Closing the cell door behind me, I realized that while Kuana might have changed in some ways, my feelings for him hadn’t.
They had only deepened, evolved, matured.
And though the path ahead seemed uncertain, I was ready to face it head-on, to understand the Tok he had become, and to reclaim the love story that had once defined both our lives.
I turned to march down the hall when I bumped into something — or, rather, someone.
“Excuse me,” I muttered as I shifted to move around them.
But as I moved, they stepped with me.
Oh, great. Now I’m going to have to box this clown?
A large green hand landed on my shoulder, its claws black and sharp. “Come with us. Ikhax wishes to speak with you.”
I gulped.
I thought I would have more time.
But it appeared fate had other plans.
6
VIOLET
