The locker room door creaked open, and the servant in a white tunic entered, holding a tablet.
"Rian Cole!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the boys. "Get ready, your fight is next!"
Charles jumped to his feet, feeling a twinge in his stomach. He looked at Kaira, who was still seated on the bench, wearing a confident smile.
"Well, here I go," Charles said, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll see you later, I guess."
Kaira stood up too, surprising him.
"I'll come with you," she said casually, adjusting her black tunic. Her red eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and determination.
Charles raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.
"What, are you coming into the ring with me?" he asked, teasing. "Because I don't think the referee is in the mood for a tag team match."
Kaira let out a short laugh, crossing her arms.
