My stomach tenses with worry as I glance back. She’s standing there gripping my dog tags, a shocked expression on her face. Something is definitely going on with her, and my life is beyond screwed up, yet I thought for sure she was sincere when we were in the garden together today. Hearing her say that our connection was as strong as ever was enough to temporarily stave off my questions, but watching her get engaged fifteen minutes later was more shit than I could deal with. Not when this bout was hanging over my head. Everything I’ve worked toward comes down to this fight. I needed space to get my head right, not to mention…I didn’t want her anywhere near this part of my life. I only intended to rile Hammer by taking whichever ring girl he’d picked. But when I pulled his damn mask off, she’s the last person I expected to see. This is so royally fucked up, but now that she’s in my domain, everyone has to know that she’s mine. No one better fucking touch her. The second I enter the cage and the door closes, I shutdown the worry slamming through my head and turn to face Hammer.
