Then a pause.
A shift in the wind.
“””Reyes with-“
“Me.”
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
Not loud.
But enough to cut through the noise like a blade.
Leo glanced at me. His jaw twitched with a flicker of amusement that didn’t reach his eyes. The kind of look you give a stray dog who just growled at your boots.
“Reyes with Kai.”
Hell. Fucking. No.
But Leo didn’t care.
He moved on, calling out names like he hadn’t just lit a fuse.
“Derrick and Dalton.”
My spine snapped straight.
Kai’s gaze found mine instantly.
Then slid to Derrick.
And I saw it.
That tiny flicker of electricity crackling at her fingertips.
Barely there. Just enough to threaten.
Behave or I’ll punish you.
Gods. She had no idea what that did to me.
She knew how to play with fire-and she was daring us both to get burned.
Shade growled, pacing just under my skin.
‘Let her. Let her try to burn us.’
I couldn’t focus.
No way in hell.
Not with her standing there with fire in her eyes and danger dancing at her fingertips like it was her favorite toy.
My only hope was that Derrick was as fucked as I was.
So I turned to check.
And sure enough…
His jaw was clenched, hands fisted at his sides.
He looked at Kai like she’d hung the moon just to watch him howl.
I couldn’t even blame him.
Because, same.
The second Leo stepped back, the training ground shifted. Movements sharpened. Bodies collided. The scent of sweat, adrenaline, and challenge settled over the group like a storm
cloud ready to crack.
Derrick and I circled each other, fists loose, footwork light.
We were supposed to be sparring.
But my eyes weren’t on him.
They kept drifting left-toward her.
Kai stood across the mat, face hard, stance solid, sparks still curling lazily around her fingers like she was holding back the lightning.
Reyes smirked at her. That cocky, lopsided grin like he was doing her a favor just showing up.
Asshole.
“I said focus,” Derrick muttered, low, just for me.
But his eyes weren’t exactly locked on me either.
We were both watching the same storm.
Reyes struck first, fast and clean. A sweep at Kai’s feet, a punch toward her ribs. She dodged like water-fluid, impossible to catch. Then she landed a sharp elbow to his chest and spun out of reach. He laughed.
“Cute,” he said.
She didn’t answer. Just moved.
And I-
I couldn’t stop watching.
Not when Reyes caught her wrist mid-swing. Not when he twisted, using his weight to bring
her down.
My stomach coiled.
Shade roared beneath my skin.
Derrick lunged, aiming a punch at my jaw that I dodged barely in time.
We weren’t sparring anymore.
We were existing-tethered to the edge of that other match, pretending we had any focus left to give.
“Eyes on your opponent,” Leo’s voice cracked across the field like a whip.
I flinched. Derrick dropped his arms, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.
But I didn’t care.
I was watching Kai.
Reyes had her pinned.
Flat on her back.
His knee shoved between her thighs, one hand locking both of hers above her head.
The world went red.
Blood thundered in my ears.
My body moved before I even registered the decision-fists clenched, eyes locked on Reyes like I was already planning how to break every single rib in his body.
“Dalton-wait!” Derrick grabbed my arm. “Look.”
I almost shrugged him off. Almost.
But then I saw it.
Kai’s eyes sparkled.
Not in fear.
In warning.
In one move-clean, vicious, fluid-she twisted her hips, used his leverage against him, and
rolled.
Reyes didn’t even have time to react.
She straddled his chest, drove her knee into his shoulder, and punched him square across the face.
The sound echoed.
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