Willow’s POVAfter a quick shower, I headed to the training grounds.Vincent was already there, grinning at me before I had fully walked in.“Willow.” He pointed toward the ring. “Two fighters. I want to make a bet.”I sighed.He had been trying to win his chain back for weeks, failing every time. I looked at the two fighters he was pointing at. One of them was visibly stronger, better stance, more controlled breathing. The other was nervous, shifting his weight too much.This was too obvious.I looked at Vincent. “Fine. The fighter on the right.”He blinked, surprised by how easily I agreed. Then he looked at the fighters, and then back at me, and his eyes narrowed.“You’re picking the weak one on purpose,” he grumbled.I said nothing.“That’s not fair,” he continued. “You are choosing a bad bet on purpose so that I win. So that you can give me the chain back without me losing.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Willow.”“Bet or no bet, Vincent.”He folded his arms. “No. I’m
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