Chapter 107
Vanya
He caught my eye across the field and dragged his thumb across his throat slowly, deliberately, the slicing-neck signal clear. I didn’t flinch. If anything, the fire in my chest only burned hotter.
My gaze flicked instinctively to Team One. To him. To Kross. He was already staring at me. His expression unreadable, cold steel on the surface but shadowed by something else—knowledge. And suddenly, I knew. He’d seen the teams before they flashed on screen and his insider was none other than Alexander Steele. He knew I’d be pitted against Wilde and his pack of champions. He’d let it happen.
Of course. This was his way out for me—his “safe” exit. A fight I wasn’t supposed to win, a match so tilted against me that failure would be inevitable. Then I’d be eliminated clean, wi
