Chapter 11
RenThe door opened.
Ren lunged forward, barreling his shoulder into the midsection of the being unfortunate enough to stand in his way. They slammed into a wall. Excessive silver chains tinkled and chimed. The male had paint lining his eyes.
Ren pressed his forearm across the male’s throat. The male’s feet kicked as Ren held him above the floor.
He knew this male.
“You,” he growled, pressing harder.
“Me,” Dovak croaked. He waved a hand to his face, slowly darkening as Ren denied him enough oxygen.
Ren eased up, allowing the male to stand, but kept his forearm in place.
“Your injuries have healed.” Ren had left this male bleeding on the fighting pit’s sandy floor. No ordinary civilian should have recovered so quickly. The male lacked bruising. He also moved as if his ribs
