The place where he’d chased her, caught her. Kissed her. Now, people milled about, a dozen she knew and even more she didn’t. All here to bear witness to a fight that could end in death. More than one death. Alec stood a few feet away in a loose circle with Andrew and Julio, their voices a low murmur. On the other side of them, Kat stood by Miguel, her face pale and miserable. As more people filtered into the clearing, Alec broke away from the other wolves and strode to Carmen’s side. “How you holding up, sweetheart?” She had her empathy locked down, everything and everyone shut out, even Alec. “I’m fine, I’m—” At this point, only a resolution would make her feel better. “Jorge Ochoa just accosted me and said he’s always admired me. What is that all about?” “Sucking up.” Alec slid an arm around her waist and tugged her close. “It’s good. It means he’s sure I’m going to win.” Most of the gathered throng seemed to be, perhaps because they sensed Cesar only fought because he had no face-saving alternative.
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