Rhian gripped the metal railing so hard he felt it start to warp and bend. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched tight as he watched the fight below.
He didn't understand what Justin was doing. With every other opponent, Justin had moved efficiently, never going out of his way to punish or humiliate. But with Nia, he wasn't just winning, he was breaking her.
Rhian could see it. Every time Justin pressed his foot into Nia's back, every time he twisted her arm or slammed her into the stone, it was deliberate.
It wasn't about victory anymore. It was about something else, something cruel and personal.
Rhian's breath came slow and heavy. He felt a spark of anger growing in his chest, tight and hot.
As Justin pushed down harder, pinning Nia's shoulders to the ground, Rhian's eyes caught the faintest flicker in Justin's expression. It wasn't the calm indifference he'd shown before.
