Hunt
Hunt
Tyran grinned, the bright light of a challenge accepted in his dark brown eyes. He was my opposite in many ways, his darker skin and hair a stark contrast to my own. His love of organized violence understandable, but sometimes he couldn’t stop, took things too far. Ever since our capture, he’d never been the same. But then, none of us were. Tyran, more than any warrior I knew, looked forward to the organized fights. “How long do you think I have?”
I considered. The Atlan would hear about the fighting pits by dinner tonight. By tomorrow, he’d want to knock Tyran from his place as champion. “A day. Maybe two.”
“Excellent.” Tyran put his weapons away and fell into step beside me as I walked down the hall. Our boots should have been loud on the hard floors, but we had learned to
