The break between halves stretched longer than it should’ve. Too long. Long enough for the crowd to get restless. People whispered like they had nothing else to do. Some acted hopeful. Others were already certain Damian’s team was done for. And the rest? They were talking about the stupid wager that somehow everyone knew about, even though no one should’ve known.
I stood near the exit, arms crossed, listening to all of it whether I wanted to or not.
Geneva elbowed me gently. “You good?”
“Yeah.” My voice sounded flat. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
She stared at me for a few seconds before sighing. “If he loses, it won’t be because of you.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I didn’t reply. Mostly because I didn’t know what to say. Partly because I didn’t want to admit how i
