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Sun god I was so lucky to have not only one but two amazing friends.

I squeezed with all my might and ignored the popping sound of a stitch breaking on my arm as I said, “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure we all make it out of this alive.”

“Same,” John and Sadie chorused back.

Fae sunshine kissed my soul.

For a second, the world seemed brighter.

“Stop humping each other. You’re causing a scene,” Malum growled roughly from nearby.

Scorpius sneered, “Fucking whore.”

Moment over.

The world was dark.

Chapter 18

Corvus Malum

FRUSTRATION

The Legionnaire Games: Day 24, hour 4

Three days earlier through present.

I woke up on the floor of our room.

I was alone.

The clock on the wall struck 8:00 p.m. The rest of my team must be at dinner.

Groaning in agony, I rolled over, and all the breath left my body.

On the rug beside me, my Revered and Arabella lay in pieces.

Like broken dolls.

Fractured bones stuck out through torn and ragged skin. They were a mess of blood and gore, and their mangled chests were barely breathing.

Their hands were outstretched like they were reaching for each other.

I moved toward Arabella.

She looked so small and pale, helpless. Who was protecting her?

Kneeling next to her, I gently brushed the matted curls off her forehead. I needed to help her. I needed to save her.

Make this right.

She should never be in such a horrible state. It wasn’t right.

I rubbed the blood off her desperately as I stared down at her unconscious figure. I grabbed at her flesh and pushed pieces of her back together.

No. She needed to be okay.

She should never look like this.

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