EMILY
The hunt was brutal… savage, even. Some of the hunters had turned on each other, driven mad by desperation and bloodlust, tearing one another apart just to take out the biggest threat.
Nicholas.
I should have puked. The sounds alone were enough to turn my stomach, the wet crunch of bone, the raw, animal screams that echoed through the arena. But somehow, through it all, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen. Not when Nicholas was on it.
There was something terrifyingly beautiful about the way he moved. Every strike, every calculated dodge, was executed with a fluid grace that made it look like he was dancing through c*****e. It was like watching a storm take human form, calm at the eye, chaos in every direction.
Three hours had passed since the game began. Eleven competitors w
