Ember Frost’s POV

Just as he’d predicted, the match had been decided long before the final bell rang.

Jace, his fiery hair bouncing with every step, raised his fists in triumph and made his way across the stage, soaking in the cheers and whistles from the crowd.

“Freya!” he called suddenly. With one quick hop, he jumped out of the ropes and jogged straight toward her. “Wow… you look incredible today.”

Freya blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thanks, Jace,” she ...