August watched as Max was taken out of the arena on a stretcher. She couldn’t believe what he had gone through and all the cheering she had done earlier had just died when he had been attacked. “Is he going to be okay? “She gave Senna her full attention as she fought the urge to just race down there and nurse Max back to health.
“He was the winner of the bout, I’m sure they’ll make sure he’s all healed up for the next round.” Senna’ voice was soft but his eyes were not on August. There were locked on a figure in the shadows. One that August herself was trying to forget existed there.
“They’re going to make him fight again?” August bit her lip. This whole tournament had been awful for her so far. True, she had cheered Max on when he was winning, but she had never expected him to take so m
