Zoe POV

I stand on the platform, Sergio's unconscious body at my feet, and the noise around me begins to fade—the cursing from those who lost money betting on him, the cheering from those who didn't, all of it receding like a tide pulling back from shore until there's just me and the blood on my hands and the knowledge that I did this, that I won, that I'm still standing while he's not.

I'm not surprised, not really, because somewhere deep down I knew I ...