Caleb stepped into the VIP box—and froze.
Naya was there… kissing someone.
Someone who looked exactly like him.
"What the fuck is going on?" he muttered, stunned. But his shock quickly turned to alarm as he noticed a blazing orb of flame forming behind Naya.
Before he could react, Naya moved.
The moment she heard Caleb's voice, she didn't hesitate. She didn't check.
She just acted.
Her fist shot forward with terrifying speed.
Boom!
A loud crack rang through the room as she slammed her knuckles into the imposter's face.
"Disgusting piece of shit!" she spat, furiously wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Her eyes blazed with fury.
The figure crashed into the wall with a sickening thud, the sound of something snapping upon impact.
Caleb's gaze snapped to the golden light building behind her.
"Naya, behind you!" he shouted.
She instantly ducked, just in time to avoid the fireball that shot past her head.
