I barely had time to process what just happened before I heard Camille's voice.
"Rey?"
I blinked, still disoriented. My heart was still pounding in my chest, my body still bracing for another punch that wasn't coming. The lights, the roaring crowd—it was gone. I was back on the couch.
But my nose still stung like hell.
I exhaled, rubbing at it instinctively. No blood. But the phantom sensation of it dripping down felt too real.
"Are you okay?" Sienna leaned forward, worry creasing her features.
I nodded, still rubbing my nose. "Yeah. Just some… whiplash."
Camille raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Whiplash? You were sitting down."
I shot her a look. "You ever get punched in the face so hard you feel it in two different dimensions?"
That got her attention.
She sat up straighter. "New job?"
I nodded.
Her eyes flickered with understanding. "I'll get another mask ready."
I didn't even need to explain. She already knew what it meant.
