August sat sandwiched between Nathan and Senna. They didn’t want to let her out of their sight until the actual auction, and so instead, they sat on the way too comfortable chairs overlooking the giant arena below. Seriously, how could the chairs around here afford to feel like she was sitting on a cloud? August couldn't figure it out.
The walls down below were lined with racks of weapons of all types. Too many for her to ever figure out what they did. A hazy blue glow shimmered over the top of the arena it reminded August of how it looked when the hot sun sizzled on the pavement, she squinted as she tried to figure out what was going on here.
“Magic,” Nathan remarked. “Considering some of those that will be fighting will be participating in the auction if they lose, we can’t afford the
