Chapter Twenty-Nine
“This is sick,” I whispered to him. “Maybe so, but if you still want that money to help your sister than you need to trust me,” he said. I continued to stare at him. My heart and my head both shouted at me to walk away from him, to abandon him like he had done to me. A voice in the back of my mind seemed to be the only thing to argue. What if he really does want to help you? I can’t trust him, I thought as I watched him pull his mask back over his face. “You can’t do this alone,” Milton said. As if to prove his point, my knees gave out on me and I collapsed to the ground once again. The pain in my shoulder was becoming intense, sucking the feeling from the rest of my body as it became the central point of all my senses. I knew he was right- I was dying. In the arena full of darkness I
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