Odd
"Remember to keep a level head," Greyson reminded her as he placed his hand over her heart, "Trust your instincts."
Safira nodded, appreciating his words of wisdom at this crucial moment. Still, it wasn't enough to calm her palpitating heart. Eventually, she couldn't keep it in any longer.
"I just feel like something's off."
"What is it?" Archer asked, wondering what she meant.
"That's the thing, I don't know what it is. It's just…just…"
"A gut feeling?" Greyson asked.
"Yes…" she got up to her feet, fidgeting her fingers as she paced up and down the room.
But before either Greyson or Archer could offer any assurance, it was time for Safira to go into the arena. As soon as she reached the door, she felt a little unsteady on her feet. Greyson caught her hand.
"Everything alright?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted with worry.
"I'm fine," she brushed it off as nervousness and persisted.
Greyson kept quiet, contemplating something.