I pressed my hands against the cool fabric of the cot, locking gazes with Lola as another participant approached us, her deep-set eyes glinting with unshed tears.
"Thank you," she choked out, glancing at Lola's bandaged form. "If it weren't for you..." She didn't finish his sentence but gave a slight nod and walked away.
"Brave girl," I whispered to Lola as she winced, another potion being poured over her wounds by the medical team.
We were now in a large medical tent. Her face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line, but she managed a small, determined smile.
"Didn't do it for thanks," she muttered, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. The tent was filled with the scent of antiseptic and the underlying tang of blood—a reminder of the chaos in the labyrinth.
"Hey," Brandon said a
