"He's going to be mean to you."
Nyx Vale appeared, leaning on the other person's awning post. Still staring at the bracket, I crumpled the paper. We heard a subdued roar from the audience after the bout.
I didn't jump. I was getting used to her ghostly image. After saying, "I don't want him to," I was silent.
"Of course you don't," she remarked dryly. "You're missing the point. There's no misunderstanding. She removed my numb fingers, straightened the bracket, and tapped Caelan's name. "Frostvale" 12th. An honorable fighter. Honest, loyal, and righteous. You, the outcast, daughter of a traitor, rise with "unsettling calm." Her acute eyes registered everything as she glanced at me. "They're putting the story against the enforcer." The King's most loyal man vs. the pack's worst. The crowd
