The final fight wasn't in the ring.
It was in the shadows, where no referees called the shots and no crowds cheered.
Blood stained Alexander's hands in ways even he couldn't justify. Carver lay at his feet, the life draining from his eyes.
Eve stood frozen, horror etched across her face.
Alexander had won.
And yet, as he looked into her eyes, he knew.
This was the fight he had lost long before it began.
"The worst kind of hell isn't the one you suffer," he murmured. "It's the one you drag someone you love into."
She flinched as he reached for her.
And in that moment, he realized—he hadn't saved her.
He had destroyed them both.