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tickets. We enter into the massive area that’s already way past its capacity.
    “Shit! The main fight has started. Come on.” Charity tugs on my hand and drags me through the crowd. Screams and cheers assault my ears while hot, sweaty bodies slam into me. I try to calm my racing heart, but all I want to do is rip out of her grasp and bolt back the other way.
    She gets us as close as she can to the ring then starts cheering as loud as everyone else. I stand stiff as a board, my muscles so tense they start to ache. My gaze scans the room, trying to locate the nearest exit so I can make my escape sooner rather than later. No way am I going to make it through the entire night. I take in the chaos around us. Girls are screaming and lifting their tops, flashing their breasts at the fighters, who aren’t paying attention since they’re too busy pounding on each other. Guys are hollering out vile things like, ‘Come on, let’s see some more blood’, or ‘Fucking end him’.
    I’ve been to a professional fight once before. Jaxson and Julia took me out with them when they went to watch one of the events Katelyn’s brother was fighting in. I found it a little hard to watch, but it was a sporting event nonetheless. This though? This is completely barbaric. I don’t understand how anyone would find this entertaining.
    Charity turns around, a huge smile on her face, clearly not sharing my same opinion. “That’s the new fighter I was telling you about,” she shouts to be heard over everyone. “You have to look at him, Anna, he’s sexy as hell and the guy is a fucking machine.”
    With a heavy sigh, I look up at the ring and see one of the fighters not looking so good. He swings his arms wildly out in front of him, seeming clumsy and disorientated. My stomach recoils at how much blood is smeared on his face, almost making him unrecognizable. I swing my attention to his opponent who dances gracefully on the balls of his feet, dodging every sloppy blow thrown his way. Something about him seems almost familiar. I try to get a closer look but his arms are up by his face, protecting his head. I begin to wonder if he goes to school with us, but I thought Charity said he wasn’t from around here.
    “Come on, what are you waiting for? Finish him!” The shout comes from a guy who stands just on the other side of the ropes.
    The fighter obeys and moves in for the finish. My heart stops at the familiarity of his blows. Shot after shot, I watch in a trance as I’m thrown back to a nightmare from four years ago. Everyone’s cheering fades away and the only sound I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears.
    No, it can’t be, there’s no way. It’s not possible.
    Even as I say this I still can’t push away the nagging feeling, and then I see it. After the guy lands the final hit he turns, giving me a view of the other side of his body, the side that is marked with a black tribal tattoo and has been forever ingrained into my memory. All of the air leaves my lungs in one swoosh and I grab onto Charity’s shoulder to steady myself, feeling like my legs are about to give out.
    The ref runs up and raises the fighter’s hand, showcasing his victory. They turn to face me and it’s only a beat of a second before his sharp blue eyes collide with mine, rocking me to my core. The same shock I’m feeling washes over Logan’s expression. Everyone and everything falls away and time seems to stand still as the two of us stare at each other.
    Through blurry vision I watch him shout my name, but I hear nothing—only silence. I finally snap back into myself when he moves to jump over the ropes. Knowing he’s headed right for me, I push away from Charity and run. I slam into bodies as I try to fight my way to the side door I spotted earlier, praying it leads me outside.
    “Excuse me. Excuse me. I’m so sorry,” I apologize as I bulldoze into people.
    Just as I’m close to making it to the door someone snags my arm. I turn around and