Minutes passed, felt like excruciatingly slow hours, undecided and unpredictable. Amidst the tensed silence as thick as the suffocating blanket woven by the grandma for the ruthless winters, multiple pairs of eyes followed every single movement of the big men as they wrestled, fought, threw punches, growled and did everything to beat their opponent.
They both were the sweaty mighty glaciers who glared down at each other with such coldness that it made Thea shiver a few times.
Everyone watched in anticipation and rooted for their bias, but Feronia was the only person who was watching with keen interest and a smirk plastered on her face. Her amber eyes glinted with something strange that Ruth couldn't decipher, but she definitely didn't like that look on her.
And for the first time, a small, selfish and jealous part of Ruth wished for Edwin's defeat. But that man was set on his win, unaware of his mate's wish.