Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name.
“Garrick.”
A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles.
Battles he’d won.
This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.
And she was supposed to face him. What was Lucian f*****g thinking?
Laura’s palms went slick with sweat. Her stomach clenched so tight it hurt. But she kept her face blank, refusing to let anyone see the fear clawing up her throat.
This cant be happening!
But it was happening. The
