Kendrick could hardly keep the smug grin off his face as he surveyed the crowd of people gathered around them.
His teammates had done an excellent job in spreading the word; every single person on this expedition was present.
The anticipation in the air was palpable. He could practically taste it.
'It's all perfect…'
His eyes landed on Luke.
His adversary stood, cool as ice, in the center of the ring they had formed.
Kendrick was both surprised and mildly annoyed at the man's composure. Didn't he realize the magnitude of the spectacle he was about to partake in?
His gaze shifted to Drius and Benard. There was a tangible tension in their faces, a hint of worry lurking in their eyes.
Kendrick could tell they were worried about Luke, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of satisfaction at that.
Luke must have gotten his position by cozying up to the Lyma family, but Kendrick was about to prove to everyone that skills, not nepotism, were what truly mattered.
