Caleb circled around Guest, his breaths controlled, his movements effortless, the sheen of sweat on his skin catching the gym’s dim light. The practice match had been going on for longer than it should have, but he wasn’t done yet. His opponent had put up a fight—stubborn, relentless, even when exhaustion weighed heavy in every step. Caleb admired that about him, but admiration didn’t change the inevitable. He always won. He always knew when to end it.