Chapter 5: Nice Way To Start Prologue 4
I didn’t answer immediately. I made sure to look shaken. Not scared—troubled. Like something was clawing at the back of my mind and I couldn’t shake it.
"There’s something wrong," I said finally, voice low.
He raised a brow. "Wrong?"
"Something bad is about to happen during the match." I stepped closer, keeping my voice steady even though my palms were clammy. "I don’t know how I know. But... I just do."
The guard didn’t move.
I wasn’t sure what reaction I expected—maybe laughter, maybe a scoff—but he just kept staring at me, trying to read between the lines.
"Are you saying you’re unwell?" he asked cautiously. "Should I call for medical?"
"No, it’s not that kind of thing. Listen, just—" I clenched my jaw. "What if there’s a breach? What if someone gets inside the arena?"
His brows drew together.
"There are guards posted. Surveillance. Security checks. You think someone would slip past all that just to attack a bunch of cadets?"
Tension hung in the air between us like a pulled string.