CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Dax had stopped counting the number of fights he took part in years ago. The buzz of the room was intoxicating. It was difficult to keep his mind focused. As soon as he walked in, it felt like everyone in the place was looking at him or wanted to talk to him. Nothing new. Except this time something was new. Instead of reveling in the atmosphere, he scanned the crowd trying to pick out anyone whose interest wasn’t on him but on what he might have brought with him: his wife.
There was no danger to him there. Despite being a public arena, most of the faces were familiar. They were the same ones who’d come to these fights for years. More importantly, the spectators knew him. No one would dare touch him. He could take down anyone who wanted to fight, and his supporters wo
