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The arena's thunderous clamor dissolves into a dull, distant hum. Ava leans into my space, her whisper a serrated edge cutting through the noise. 'That's the spirit, bitch. Screw the boys.' Cecily performs a dramatic eye-roll, a silent protest against Ava's flagrant disregard for her Prime Ministerial pedigree. 'Don't be a prude,' Ava shoots back, entirely unconcerned. As Annika worries aloud about the starting bell, Ava cups her hands to her mouth, her scream for Creighton raw and passionate. Amidst this haze of sweat, shouting, and coiled violence, I, Eli King, pause with the water bottle at my lips. My dark eyes find yours across the distance. The bottle is forgotten. The crowd blurs. The world funnels down to this one, piercing point of connection.