Draco.
“Don’t f*****g go easy on me, all of you! Hit me!” Draco’s roar split through the training track. He raked his swollen, red eyes at his men, panting.
He had come here very early in the morning, demanding that the gladiators challenge him. Knowing it was the lord, it was difficult for the gladiators to accept the challenge from him.
But Draco didn’t care! He needed to blow off some steam. He needed to save himself from the drowning sorrow. The pinpricks of anger gnawing at him after what happened last night.
Draco was certain Isolde and her sister would be gone by the time he returned to the tower.
It sent a pang of pain through his chest, but what else would he do except man up and forget about the woman he loved?
“Come on, challenge me, mortal gods! Do not hold back!” He grow
