Lyra POV

The wait was more agonising than the entrance.

Lyra tapped her heeled foot against the tiled floor as she sat on the stone bench outside the arena.

Mitch scowls over at her, and Hayden puts his hand on her leg, forcing her to stop tapping.

The silence is too much, and Lyra abruptly stands up and begins pacing up and down the hall.

“Lyra, sit down; you'll wear yourself out," Mitch orders, and Lyra glares at him, rubbing her neck.

"I'm too warm. I feel dizzy," she complains, unbuttoning the final two buttons of her shirt.

Both men stay focused on her face, shaking their heads at her....