My ability to speak is long gone, as I watch Eros’s tall figure slowly walk through the hallway, while helping his opponent. My stomach turns as I see the poor boy’s bloodied and swollen face. Oh dear, this is no time for me to throw up.
Eros’s eyes flicker towards me, his lips curving up into an amused smirk as he hears my thoughts. He sits his opponent down on a chair, patting his shoulder with a friendly smile. “You did well, buddy. Get some rest now,” he advises him, before raising his head to look up at me.
I stride over and he does the same, so we meet in the middle. I shake my head in disbelief, as I watch him standing in front of me, freshly out of a fight and not a single visible bruise on his body. “Do you still have doubts about me participating in the Tournament?” he te
