Beside Ares, Liam had already shifted his attention to the fighter's opponent.
Rocky stood inside the cage, his upper body bare beneath the glaring lights. His broad shoulders and thick arms were covered in dense, tattoos covering his well-defined muscle, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths. Every movement displayed the strength he had built through years of training and brutal competition.
His muscles looked as hard as stone.
Against an opponent like him, her slender frame appeared almost fragile.
Ares's jaw tightened.
He knew Lara's capabilities better than most people did. He had seen enough of her to understand that appearances could be deceiving. Still, knowing what she was capable of did little to ease the cold knot forming in his stomach.
Why would she, as Nemesis deliberately put herself in danger without telling anyone?
And that infuriated him.
