Chapter 10
RHEA
I stumbled back to the man slightly. He walks in front of me, and I get a clear view of his features. He has a mass of black hair held up in a ponytail, tattoos peeking out of his tank top from all corners. And although I get no scent from him, I have not seen a human managing to look this buffed up.
A lot of chains hang on his neck and trousers, giving him the appearance of some 1800s music star. Silver chains that glint under the light.
Silver.
I take a step back from him. He watches. He doesn't do anything at first.
He rubs his beard, turning the arena.
"Take the dog out of the ring," he yells.
And men step out of the shadows, jumping into the ring immediately.
"Where the hell is this place?" I demanded, glaring around at no one in particular.
"It's a condo,
