Chapter 87
Vanya
“KROSS!”
I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands trembling as I pressed against the wound, trying to stop the flow.
“Help! Somebody help!” I shouted, my voice cracking with urgency.
Coach Shawn was there in seconds, boots crunching against the gravel, his usually calm face sharp with focus as he bent down beside Kross.
“Brown used silver!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fury as much as fear. “SILVER, Coach! That’s illegal—it’s not a standard weapon! You can’t bring silver into a fight!”
Shawn’s brows knitted for half a second—then smoothed. His voice was flat.
“In the elimination round,” he said, “everything is fair.”
I froze.
“What?”
“One can even kill,” he continued as he hooked Kross’s arm over his shoulder, hauling him up with rough efficiency. “This rou
