RIVAL’S POV
The pit never forgot a moment of blood, when I was done fighting I turned to see Thomas fighting with...ugh this boy is gonna be the death of me.
And if they see him they are gonna want to bet on his head, it was a normal routine for them It seeped into the rails, into the stone, into the f*****g air until it became part of the place. I knew it the second I saw the way the crowd looked at Thomas. That c***k of his fist, the teeth spraying out of some drunk’s mouth — it wasn’t just noise. It was history now.
And Samuel had been watching.
Of course he had.
I rushed and shoved Thomas through the press of bodies, his shirt half-torn, his fists still balled tight like he didn’t know how to unclench them anymore. His chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted a mile. The crowd wante
