“Ivy”
The sun was sharp overhead when we got to the arena. It wasn’t like the human kind I was used to. It looked older, colder—made of black stone and sharp towers, packed with werewolves already growling in excitement. The Games. Whatever that meant.
I stood beside Leon, his hand wrapped around mine like a chain. Not tight, but firm. Possessive.
“I can walk on my own,” I muttered, not even looking at him.
He leaned down, close enough to make my skin prickle. “You tried that already, remember?”
My ankle still throbbed a little, even though I’d refused to limp. I hated how he made it sound like I was some reckless child.
“I wasn’t planning on jumping off anything today,” I snapped.
He didn’t respond. Just squeezed my hand once, gently, then pulled me closer as we stepped inside.
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