I slip out of my room and tiptoe to the front door of my house, the keys to Betsy in the pocket of my hoodie. Holding my breath, I wrap my fingers around the door handle.
Mom pops her head out of the kitchen. I’m so snagged.
“Where are you sneaking off to?” She steps toward me, her shoulders slumping. “Are you going to meet other top Arena fighters?” Her tail wraps around her hand. “I know they’re all part Furor demon too.”
Meeting Furor fighters on the sly? Where does she come up with this cockamamie stuff to worry about?
“I’ve met the other Arena fighters.” I shrug. “They’re fine.”
She sets her hand on her hip. “So, you’re not sneaking off to meet them?”
“Why would I do that?” I spin the keys around my finger. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re okay fighters, but…”
“Not as good as you.”
