Roxellena’s POV “You know it’s my utmost desire to send you home,” Rosa said, tying a white cloth tightly around her knee, then another around her arm. The whistle blew. We launched at each other. Rosa threw her full weight against me, feet digging into the dirt, trying to force me backward. I barely shifted. This game was built for someone like me…solid, heavy, hard to move. The circle drawn in the ground might as well have been a fortress. I reached for her arms, her shoulders, anything to get a proper grip. My hands slid off every time, as if someone had coated her skin in oil. She twisted and pushed, refusing to give me an opening. We strained against each other, neither of us yielding, until the whistle cut through the air again. Time up. We stepped out. Bowen and Magnus took our place. Magnus didn’t waste a second. One sharp shove and Bowen went stumbling out of the circle. The group erupted in laughter. Even I felt a small smile tug at my mouth. Next came S
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