Eleanor’s POV.

“Before we get in there.” Mo’s hand shoots out, stopping me on the cracked sidewalk. “I don’t know how much or even what my cousin told you about this… well, this shitshow.”

“He didn’t tell me much,” I sigh, my head suddenly pounding.

“This isn’t him. It might have been once upon a time. It might be in some reflection of who he is in Chicago. But who he is in that ring? It isn’t him. Not ...