Chapter 83. Possessive

Xerina’s POV

Before Luca could throw another punch, Rasmus moved with a speed and grabbed Luca’s wrist, his grip ironclad, and without hesitation, raised his other fist high. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself for what I knew was coming.

The sickening sound of bone meeting bone echoed through the arena, and a gasp escaped my lips. My heart pounded in my chest as I forced myself to open my eyes. What I saw made my stomach drop—Luca was lying unconscious on the ground, his body crumpled in a heap at Rasmus’s feet.

The man beside me snickered, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “One punch is all it took.”

I cringed at his words, my heart twisting painfully as I looked at Luca, lying there so still. He had been so reckless, so determined to prove something, and now… this. My mind raced, guilt and fear swirling together in a nauseating mix. I had told him not to b