Chapter 78 Dispute
- The arena had not yet recovered from the shock.
- Aria still lay in Damien’s arms, her breathing uneven, her skin streaked with dust and sweat. Damien held her as if she were something precious he refused to let slip away again. His voice was low, a rumbling anger beneath the soft worry.
- “You shouldn’t have pushed yourself that far,” he murmured. Aria tried to smile. “I… won, didn’t I?”