The Aftermath of Victory

CLARA’S POV

Alistair bolted out of his seat. The sudden, violent movement snapped his expensive leather chair back on its hinges. His booming, furious voice sliced straight through the deafening roar of the arena, projecting with the raw authority of a seasoned coach watching a tactical disaster unfold. "What the hell is he doing? That's not his zone! He's leaving the middle open!"

Rhys did not