Azandra POV

She could just feel Dane’s simmering anger, and Jiro’s. Or was that hers? Lilia’s emotions seemed more on the fearful side, but weren’t fear and anger connected?

Dane’s voice rang throughout the hall, filling the room. “So be it. Both of you are committed now. The time and place are to be determined later. Jiro?”

Jiro tapped his fingers on his magical tablet. “The challenge was rushed. The actual contest can’t ...