Chapter Twelve
Heat radiated up from the sandy arena floor as Orlo drove Dell onto his back.
The loss felt so familiar. Yet, this time, he had a bigger audience. The crowd had chosen to support Orlo since he was one of them. Dell never had been, and now they knew it.
A cheer wound around the arena. “Orlo! Orlo! Orlo!” Only the merchants stayed quiet.
Orlo raised his arms to the crowd, basking in their adoration. He was about to beat the son of the highest merchant in Madra.
“What do we have here?” Ian’s voice pushed all fog from Dell’s mind.
He spared a moment to find his brother and… he noticed her. Dammit, Len! He’d told her that disguise wouldn’t work if anyone looked closely. And Ian had.
The eldest Tenyson had the eyes of a hawk, and they’d targeted Len, the girl Dell still kne
