Chapter TenThey ate, they drank, they made merry. The second night of the Reaping feast had gone by much like the first.
Broc admired the way Kelly carried herself. She was adjusting.
Even the long day of training with Rhea hadn’t dampened her spirits.
“Everything is fine, isn’t it? I mean, you are fine?” Broc had asked her when he first saw her, just to reassure himself. A day alone with Rhea… that could have gone any number of ways.
She had smiled and placed her hand on his briefly.
“I am,” she’d said, before elaborating in a more playful tone. “Better now to be sitting here with you.”
Now, as he looked down on her, n***d and fast asleep in his bed, he could see that perhaps she had underplayed things a little.
She’d had a hard day. These marks on her arms and legs hadn’t been the
