"If someone has to risk their life today, it's going to be me."
Veer looked at her, and for a moment his eyes actually softened.
He stared like he couldn't quite believe it—that this sharp‑tongued, violent woman who always ready to beat him up whenever she felt like it would care enough to stop him from getting even a single scratch.
But Kaya's thoughts were nowhere near that romantic.
'Care?' Of course she cared—about her ''free ride''.
How could she let her main escape ticket walk into a ring and get half‑killed for pocket change?
Last night she'd already tried that flying thing again, whatever it was.
She'd stood on the roof, jumped, whispered, muttered, cursed, even chanted like an idiot under her breath for half the night—'fly, jump, do something'—and nothing happened.
No floating, no lightness in her legs, not even a twitch.
If anyone had seen her, they would've thought she'd lost her mind.
