Nicolai turned his head, he thought it was Zayden or another fucker who wanted to meet his maker, but that was until his gaze flitted through the crowd. Of course, he did not stare too long at them lest they ended up shitting their pants.
In three minutes, his gaze finally found those piercing blues.
Fuck him
This had to be a dream, right?
Because there was no way, Ariana freaking Harlow was sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the ring. That woman was terrified of the very sight of blood, so what in the heck was she doing in a fighting club, watching a bloody fight?
This was the very reason he had tried his best to avoid Ari as he knew that the woman was a preacher of nonviolence.
She wouldn't have understood him.
Nicolai blinked once again as he was sure that he was too deep in whatever shithole he was tumbling down, and was imagining Ariana sitting on one of the chairs, six rows up from the front.
