Sylvie’s POV:
“He will be participating in the next Gladiator competition, so you can meet him this time.” Sebastian completed, his voice flat, devoid of the dramatic weight those words should have carried.
“A Gladiator competition?” I echoed his words, the horrified whisper escaping my lips before I could stop it. My blood ran cold, a wave of nausea far worse than any portal jump washing over me.
It wasn’t a huge secret that Gladiator competitions were widely held only for the entertainment of the disgusting upper-class mongrels, the Wolfkin elite who reveled in watching the deaths of countless slaves and helpless people.
It was a barbaric, vile spectacle, a stain on their so-called civilized society. And Hawke, Hawke, would be there? After only recently participating in such a bloo
