POV: Maya
The sound of bones breaking echoed through the arena, and for the first time since Marcus had injected me with that green poison, I felt something crack inside my chest.
Stephen had just landed a devastating blow to Nathan's ribs, and Nathan was on his knees, coughing up blood. The silver restraints they'd been forced to wear had weakened all four brothers, but they were still fighting like their lives depended on it.
Because they did.
"Enjoying the show?" Marcus asked from beside me in the viewing box. He'd moved his chair closer to mine, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of other people's fear.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. Because watching Stephen's fist connect with Karl's jaw, seeing the way Elijah moved like a predator circling wounded pre
