Navian stopped and looked back at Evren. "Going where? What do you mean by that?"
Confusion crossed those blue eyes. "I just won the challenge."
Navian raised a brow. "There was no wager, second-year."
Willow frowned, baffled. Why even bring that up?
She couldn't make sense of why Evren would remind everyone about a wager that she didn't want existing in the first place, let alone imply that his whole reason for challenging Navian was because he wanted her as his fodder.
Why? Why me? What the hell is wrong with him? She could understand Ezrik. That guy clearly had many loose screws, and it looked like he had a personal beef against Navian anyway.
Back on the stage, Evren's blue eyes dimmed greatly.
"Oh… I thought the wager you had with Ezrik still stood. That's why," Evren muttered, disappointment written plainly across his face.
Navian's eyes hardened into a cold glare, and Evren let out a shaky laugh, glancing behind him before forcing his eyes back up to Navian.
