“Come,” the Pitmaster says. “I’ll show you where you can rest for the night.”
She turns and starts walking away from me. I hurry to follow her, eager for sleep. Fear and adrenaline have kept me going since before my escape attempt. While I still feel those things, my body physically cannot handle much more.
The Pitmaster leads me to one of the crude bed chambers. Inside, a cot is pressed up against one wall. There’s also a small table with a wash basin on top. The basin is currently empty.
“There’s a water pump in the canteen,” the Pitmaster says. “I’ll show you more tomorrow. For now, sleep while you can. In the morning, I expect you to be ready to train.”
Stepping into the room, I glance back at her. “I’m going to train?” I thought she might just sent me out into the arena to be slau
