Soon, the afternoon began to slip by quickly, as if time wanted to put an end to these last moments of happiness. The sky, tinged with gold and orange, looked like a living painting stretching over the towers of the coliseum. Cyrus lights, small floating spheres magically suspended in the air, began to light up one by one, casting warm glows over the faces of the audience. The last fight had ended splendidly. Even so, most of the audience was beginning to disperse, though not entirely. There were still small groups that refused to leave, attentive to any sign of a surprise fight or unexpected announcement.
I, however, found it difficult to concentrate on the fights again. I had been more focused on Erwing than on the spectacle. Watching his every movement, every slight turn of his head or silent sigh. I had to be on guard lest he leave and be kidnapped.
"Let's go," Amelia said, with that haughty tone that came so naturally to her, as she lightly dusted off her uniform.
