Rhett stared at Henrik, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. The phantom pain in his missing fingers pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, a constant reminder of their violent introduction to this place.
What could Henrik have possibly offered Scarlet that made her change her mind about them staying? The woman had been ready to carve them up moments ago, and now they were sharing a meal—albeit a meager one. Not to mention the fact that they would now have to fight in the arena.
Why were things always getting sidetracked, taking him farther and farther away from his goal? From Lucille?
"Sooooo, are you guys gonna eat?"
The cheery voice belonged to Bree, whose bright demeanor seemed almost aggressive in its persistence against the room's oppressive atmosphere. Her bouncing energy made the cramped space feel even smaller, if that were possible.
