Chapter 50

• —Tristan—
• The Arena was packed for my fight as I strode in. Damian followed close behind as we walked toward the booth where Adam, Savio, Kate, Anna, and Fabian were waiting. I was already in my fight shorts, and my body thrummed with barely contained bloodlust.
• Roger helped behind the bar for once and gave me a nod in greeting, which I returned. The audience was throwing glances my way, eager, curious, terrified. My fights were always particularly popular—for those who could stomach them.