Evan's POV
The cannery smells like rust and old blood and three hundred people who came to watch someone get hurt.
I feel it the second I come through the side door, the heat of the crowd, the smoke hanging under the high broken windows, the roar of them packed around the ring in the middle of the gutted factory floor. Somebody's already fighting up there, two men I half know, and the crowd's screaming for it, money changing hands in the dark at the edges, and under all of it, threaded through the sweat and the smoke, that chemical tang I've learned to hate. The drug. It's in the room. It's in somebody's blood right now, making them fast, taking pieces of them they'll never get back.
Will's waiting for me by the changing area, and he lights up when he sees me, that big warm grin, arms s
