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“I’m going to hell.”
“No,” I soothed, rubbing Geraint’s back. He was doubled over as we both sat on the lowest rung of the arena seating. “You might qualify for a reality television show, but hell? Nah.”
“I’ve never hit a lady before,” he said, straightening. He looked truly forlorn and shaken. “I mean I’ve battled you, and the Banduri, and an evil witch once. But none of that counts. What woman doesn’t know how to defend herself? My God. Listen to what I’m saying. I’m blaming the victim.”
Geraint crumpled back into his seat. The people and fairies around us openly stared and pointed at him. It was a knight’s worst nightmare—purposefully inflicting pain on an innocent.
I looked back out into the arena as Gyges made his way to the center to announce the next bout. This was truly a s
