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Searing heat hit against us as Cade soared through the air. Shattered glass nicked my forehead, making warm blood roll down my cheeks.
I glanced down, searching for Big John and Lukas. All I could see was a wave of red swarming to the center of the arena.
“We have to go back,” I cried over the rushing wind.
“We can’t. They’ll kill you.” I yelped as he jolted to the right. An arrow zipped by, barely missing his wing.
There was shouting from the streets below. Scavengers yelled out to the hunters and the fallen, directing them to us. Blue and red robes flapped against the desert heat as they ran after us.
“I don’t care.” Even as another swarm of arrows shot into the air, barely missing us, I wanted to go back. I had to. Big John, Lukas, and maybe even Sylas were fighting for their l
