It didn’t take Coen long to find Ivy in the crowd. She was the type of girl who could never get lost in a group of people, she was like a beacon calling to him. What the f**k, Coen. A beacon? f*****g p***y. Coen groaned inside his head. He was getting soft. Despite his internal feelings, his eyes automatically found hers, and he offered her a warm smile. A genuine smile, that showed how glad he was to see that she actually came. He knew she didn’t really like his fights, even now he could see her discomfort. Ivy was trying to hide it but her return smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Coen turned his attention back to his competitor. The man would have been a formidable match had Coen been human, but as luck would have it, he wasn’t. This was a fight, that had the potential to be drawn out
