Damian watched as Ella climbed down, his heart pounding with pride. She had done it—she proved her strength and courage in front of everyone.
But something didn’t feel right.
He remembered Zara’s face earlier—the smug look like she was waiting for Ella to fail. Then, when Ella succeeded, Zara’s smile disappeared. She looked furious.
Damian’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t just about getting envious of her little successes or jealousy. Zara had really expected something to go wrong. But, why?
His eyes moved to Lucian, who stood quietly at the edge of the arena. His gaze was fixed on Ella, his stance tense, and protective.
Had Lucian seen something too? Had he stopped something from happening around the arena?
Damian’s chest tightened. Zara had planned something—and Lucian might know the tr
