The moment I stepped out of the Porsche and into the freezing morning air, I wanted nothing more than to climb back inside, slam the door shut, and pretend this tournament didn’t exist.
Honestly, the whole situation was infuriating. I was being offered up like some kind of tribute in exchange for my own freedom. Sorry, but this wasn’t District 12, and this girl—kick-ass as she was—didn’t have a humble bone in her body, let alone enough humility to volunteer herself away.
A gust of icy wind swept through the trees as I shut the door behind me. I crossed my arms over my chest and shivered.
The thought of freezing my ass off through this entire tournament had my mood swinging from mildly annoyed to one minor inconvenience away from committing m*********r. At this point, I wouldn’t have min
