Page 14 of Heir of Fire
Finn shook his head. “No, I’m still an asshole.”
“Be nice to her. She’s still my best friend.”
Exactly what he had to remember. She was Luna’s best friend. Someone to be friendly with. That was all. He needed to be done with Fight Night as soon as possible so he could put all this bullshit to rest.
“I need access to the arena, and I heard it’s in your name now,” Finn said, this time looking at Valerio’s back as he cooked something on the stove.
“Yeah, remember you were gone? Someone had to do something with the properties.”
“Why do you need it?” Luna asked.
“I want to host another Fight Night.”
“What a productive use of time,” Valerio said, turning around.
“Sign it back over in my name,” Finn said.
“On one condition,” Luna said.
“What?”
“That we can come.”
“You want to come to Fight Night?” Finn asked, snorting at the thought. She hated fights and hesitated to come in the past. Why the hell did she want to come now?
“Sure. Let’s see if you’re still worth betting on.” She grinned.
“I want to fight,” Valerio said, immediately speaking up. “I don’t care who it’s against.”
“You want to fight?” Luna asked him, her brows raised.
“What? You care to make a bet again?” He had a smirk on his lips.
Finn watched the interaction in complete disgust. He for sure did not want to know what happened at the last Fight Night.
“Come if you want, fight if you want, I don’t care. Is the arena mine again?” Finn asked.
“Sure,” Valerio said, not bothering to look over at him.
The two still looked at each other with sick grins on their faces, a conversation happening between them without words. Finn stood, taking the pastry bag with him.
“I’ll text you the details.”
Neither one replied, so he let himself out of the house. Sure, it was an emotional morning, but he felt lighter than he had in so long. Dare he say he felt optimistic.
He walked back home, heading straight to the gym to train.
NINE
GIANNA
There werea lot of things that Gianna truly loved in the world. One was the bottomless mimosas at her favorite brunch spot in the city with her best friends. After all the grueling dance practices she’d put herself through during the week, and the worst weekend of her life, she needed all the mimosas she could get.
Waffles didn’t hurt either.
“You never told us what ended up happening with that one guy you were seeing, Gianna,” Blair said, stirring her coffee around.
It broke her out of her happy daze and sent the miserable chill right back through her. “What is there to talk about?”
