Octavia
Memories came crashing back the moment I was released from my chains and thrown into the fighting pit. The ground beneath me was rough and sandy, bright lights shining down while shadows moved along the edges of the arena, concealing the spectators. I felt eyes on me, but they weren’t Valerio’s pack. I had no idea where they were, and that uncertainty gnawed at me.
“Zane!” I yelled, scanning the arena, waiting for the snake to show himself. “Zane!”
“Yes, dear sister?”
I spun around and saw my brother standing at the edge of the pit. I immediately shifted into a fighting stance, ready to attack, but he remained still, calm, hands tucked into his pockets.
Is he wearing a suit?
Before I could make a move, he began pacing along the rim of the circle.
“What are you doing?” I aske
