Chapter 12: He Got Knocked Out and Still Got the Girl (Kinda)
"My turn."
Those two words echoed in Ardin’s head like a church bell tolling doom. "My. Turn."
He quivered for half a second—but glanced around and saw the crowd watching, waiting, expecting him to win.
Seraphina’s voice flowed in like honey behind him. "My hero~ it’s okay... he won’t—"
Her words flew in one ear and out the other. His gaze locked back onto Majestria.
That divine, unattainable, perfectly-chested reason he was here.
He couldn’t lose. Not in front of her. Not to a guy wearing a hoodie with slime—urine stains on it.
He slapped his hands onto the table. "Bring it, turd! I’m not afraid of some greasy rat!"
"Aww, sweetie..." Seraphina cooed, looking from Ardin to Finn. "Maybe the Trip God tripped into the wrong womb."
’What?’ Finn blinked.
’What the hell does that even mean?! Whatever. Lady, the only womb I’ll be tripping into is yours.’