"Do you?" The question escaped before Natalia could stop it, raw and vulnerable in the empty space between them. "Love him?"
Skylar was quiet for a long mont, turning the unlit cigarette between her fingers with chanical precision. The silence stretched until Natalia thought she might not answer at all.
Finally, Skylar shrugged with studied casualness that didn’t quite land. "I’m working on it. The whole falling for a manipulative bastard thing is new for . Usually I’m smart enough to see the red flags and run before they can sink their hooks in."
"But you didn’t run."
"No." Skylar’s smile went sharp and self-deprecating, all edges and regret. "I kissed him on a balcony and let him hook on divine heroin instead. Top-tier decision-making right there."
Despite everything—the nerves, the fear, the weight of twenty thousand people waiting for her to either triumph or fail spectacularly—Natalia laughed. It ca out harsh and broken, but genuine. The sound echoed off concrete walls and sohow made everything feel lighter.
Skylar joined in after a second, and suddenly they were both laughing in an empty corridor while the arena above them prepared for violence. Two girls who’d fallen for the sa impossible man, finding sothing like friendship in shared recognition of their own poor judgnt.
When the laughter faded, Natalia found herself looking at Skylar differently. Not as a rival for Satori’s attention or competition for his regard. But as soone who genuinely understood the impossible position they’d all put themselves in by choosing to stay in orbit around soone who treated other people like chess pieces.
"We’re going to win," Natalia said, and her voice carried absolute conviction now.
"Obviously." Skylar tucked her cigarette away with practiced ease. "Reyna’s good, but she’s predictable. Professional training does that to you. Makes you perfect but inflexible. All her responses are textbook because textbook responses are what win against normal opponents."
"And Kira?"
"Kira’s a shadow dancer with excellent instincts but shit stamina. She’ll tire herself out in the first five minutes trying to look impressive for the caras, then beco a liability Reyna has to protect instead of an asset." Skylar’s assessnt ca clinical and detached, the voice of soone who’d watched too many fights and learned to see patterns in violence. "We take her out first, fast and brutal, then it’s two-on-one against La Sirena."
Natalia nodded slowly, the tactical picture crystallizing in her mind like ice forming on glass. "I’ll create an ice field the mont the match starts. Make the entire platform slippery and force them to focus on footing instead of offense. You use that distraction to get behind Kira with your smoke."
"Throat or kidney?"
"Kidney. Non-lethal but completely incapacitating. The pain will drop her instantly without risking permanent damage."
"And when Reyna realizes what happened and cos at with murder in her eyes?"
"I’ll be waiting with a wall of ice thick enough to stop a freight train." Natalia’s hands had stopped shaking entirely now, steady with purpose. "She’ll waste energy trying to break through while you circle for another strike. We keep her reacting instead of acting until she makes a mistake."
"Then we capitalize and end it."
"Then we capitalize and end it," Natalia agreed.
Skylar extended her fist, knuckles scarred from years of fighting and cigarette burns. Natalia stared at it for half a second before bumping it with her own, the gesture feeling both absurd and strangely perfect at the sa ti.
A partnership forged in shared understanding of their own questionable life choices.
"You know," Skylar said conversationally as they headed back toward the prep room, "Satori’s going to have a heart attack watching us fight. The whole protective instinct thing he pretends not to have but can’t actually hide."
"He already had Isabelle promise to keep safe during team exercises."
"Controlling bastard."
"Completely." Natalia’s smile turned warm despite herself, the kind of expression she reserved for thoughts of him. "But he ans well."
"That’s the problem with falling for scumbags," Skylar observed, holding the door open with mock gallantry. "They do one genuinely kind thing and suddenly you’re making excuses for all the manipulative bullshit."
They entered to find the others exactly where they’d left them, though the atmosphere had shifted. The nervous energy had crystallized into sothing more focused, more determined. Carn had materialized at so point, flask in hand, perched on the bench beside Akari like she’d been there the whole ti.
"There you are," Carn drawled, taking a long pull from her flask that slled like expensive whiskey and poor decisions. "Thought you’d run off to elope or sothing. Very romantic, the two ice queens finding common ground."
"I use smoke, not ice," Skylar pointed out with exaggerated patience.
"Details." Carn waved her free hand dismissively, nearly sloshing alcohol onto Akari’s pristine combat suit. "Point is, you’ve got about twelve minutes before you need to be in the tunnel. Braxton says if you’re late, he’s replacing you with Juan."
"Juan’s asleep in the stands."
"Exactly. So don’t be late."
Natalia checked the ti on her phone, the numbers glowing harsh and unforgiving in the fluorescent light. Eleven minutes and forty-three seconds.
Her stomach twisted itself into knots, but they were different knots now. Not fear, but anticipation. The kind of tension that ca before sothing important, sothing that would matter long after the bruises healed.
Emi appeared at her elbow with a protein bar that slled faintly of chocolate and regret. "You should eat sothing. Low blood sugar makes your telekinesis unstable."
"I’m fine."
"You didn’t eat breakfast. Or lunch. You’ve been running on coffee and spite since dawn." Emi pressed the bar into Natalia’s hand with the gentle insistence that had probably saved half the guild from starvation over the years. "Please. For ."
Natalia took the bar without argunt. Ate it chanically while Emi watched with those impossibly earnest blue eyes, the ones that saw the best in everyone even when they couldn’t see it in themselves.
The chocolate tasted like sawdust, but her stomach stopped its complaints after a few bites. Energy flowed back into muscles she hadn’t realized were tense, steadying the last of her tremors.
"Better?" Emi asked, her healing aura unconsciously reaching out to soothe invisible hurts.
"Better."
Cel appeared on her other side, carrying sothing wrapped in white cloth like a religious offering. She unfolded it with reverent care, revealing a pair of fingerless gloves made from so kind of reinforced material that glead faintly blue in the overhead lights.
"What are these?"
"Combat gloves," Cel said simply, though her voice held pride in the craftsmanship. "They conduct cold better than bare skin. Channel your Aspect through them and you’ll increase your ice formation speed by approximately fifteen percent."
Natalia stared, speechless. The gloves were beautiful—functional but elegant, clearly designed with both aesthetics and effectiveness in mind. The kind of gift that spoke to understanding rather than obligation.
"You made these?"
"Noah helped. She knows fabric manipulation better than anyone at the Academy." Cel’s cheeks colored slightly with sothing that might have been embarrassnt. "I thought you might need an advantage."
Natalia pulled them on with hands that wanted to shake again, but for completely different reasons. They fit perfectly, molding to her skin like they’d been designed specifically for her asurents. Which they probably had been.
She channeled a tiny amount of power through the Cryo-Lich Ring, and ice crystals ford across the gloves’ surface instantly, spreading in intricate fractal patterns that caught the light like captured winter.
Fifteen percent faster. Maybe more.
The tactical advantage was significant, but the gesture behind it ant even more. In a world where everyone competed for the sa prizes, Cel had given her an edge against her own competition.
"Cel—"
"Don’t." The princess cut her off gently, but firmly. "We’re on the sa team now. That’s what teammates do for each other."
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