**Arena POV

“Can I at least change out of this outfit first?” I asked as Mateo latched onto my arm. I wanted to change out of my boxing garb.

He shook his head. “We’re already running late.”

Running late for something I wasn’t privy to.

“And we’re just leaving Miriam here?” I followed up.

“Well, it seems the two of them have some chemistry between them, doesn’t it?” Mateo ...