#Chapter 175: Knockout

Pushing past Dylan, I ran down the metal stairs and pushed my way through the crowd, desperate to get to Logan before the fight began. My sudden appearance and rush seemed to catch the men in the crowd off-guard and when stepped out of my way before likely even realizing who I was or what I was doing. There! I could see Logan through the crowd. He hadn’t seen me yet. His eyes were closed, and he threw a few punches into the air while bouncing on his feet, like he was warming up. “Excuse me!” I said, pushing through the last of the people separating me from my husband. When I finally made it through, I cried out, “Logan!” His face immediately crumpled in confusion. Lifting his head, he glanced around, searching. “Logan!” I called again, and he looked at me, just as I ran up beside him. “You can’t do this,” I said, heaving, out of breath. “Hazel? What are you doing here?” he asked me. There was no time to explain about that, not when he was next to step into the ring. “You