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This would not end well.

The Legionnaire Games: Metamorphosis

“Great power comes from great suffering.

No exceptions.”

—The Gods.

Chapter 25

Aran

DESTINY

Metamorphosis—Day 34, hour 5

None of my teammates said anything as John carried me off the lawn of the arena. Students and competitors gawked at us as we passed.

Everyone was staring.

They were obsessed with me.

“Impure slut,” an angel sneered behind John’s back. The angel winced and grabbed at his head.

I looked back at him with a saccharine smile. “I prefer whore.”

My smile fell.

As we walked forward, the crowd of judgmental stares made me rethink everything that had just happened with John. It morphed into something else.

My stomach tied into knots.

Had John really agreed or had I just wanted him to and pressured him into it?

The ringing sensation in my ears was making it hard to think, and my memories were a jumbled mess. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my eyes shut.

When we finally got back to the bedroom, John put me down, and I ran into the bathroom.

Threw the lock on the shower stall.

Turned the spray to scalding and stumbled in with my clothes still on. I was too tired to take them off.

I laid down on the chilled tile.

I’d planned to spend thirty minutes under the water while I pulled myself together.

That’d been the plan before.

Before the pain.

At first, I’d thought I was having your run-of-the-mill panic attack. I’d quickly realized that what I was experiencing was definitely not mental.

It was physical.

And it had come out of nowhere.

From the intensity of the suffering, I knew I’d never be the same.

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