LEONARDO'S POV
Let's go back in time a bit to when Will had just entered the fighting ground.
I was crouched in the bushes, my legs starting to cramp from the awkward position I'd been holding for what felt like hours. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and orange. Shadows stretched across the grounds, and the cold night air began to settle in.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. Will had mentioned earlier that there might be some kind of bullying incident happening tonight—something about Alad. But so far, there had been no sign of either of them. I tapped my fingers impatiently against the hilt of my sword, the faint sound blending into the rustling leaves.
Beside me, Fia was as still as a statue, her eyes scanning the area with the sharpness of a hawk. She had been eerily quiet for most of the evening, but I could tell she was getting restless too.
