Senna’s POV
Kalen was silent for a moment as my words landed on him. He looked like he was seeing a ghost. Which in a way, he was. He never expected me to win the games. His shock was all over his face.
But then the shock on his face tightened into something smoother.
“Senna,” he said, reaching for a glass. “It’s nice to see you.”
The room stayed quiet. He glanced around, just for a second, measuring the crowd. They were stunned but what I’d said. The truth was out now. Kalen had sold me against my will to the games.
“You should sit,” he said, gesturing loosely toward a table. “Have a drink. On the house. You’ve got half the Sector waiting to hear what really happened out there.”
“I’m not here to tell stories,” I glared at him. “And I certainly don’t want a drink from you.”
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