CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
The morning ends with three more victors.
Peter and Sarah walk with the rest of the crowd and participants to the banquet hall for lunch.
Pulling back the flap, Peter jumps, stepping back.
Aura materializes right in front of him from literally thin air.
Sarah grabs his arm. “Ouch!” She mumbles under her breath, trying not to gain any more stares.
Peter moves to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry S-Edith.” He glances from her foot to her eyes.
Aura puts a hand to her mouth, looking around. “I apologize, Bren, for startling you.” She puts her other hand out behind her. “Would you care to join me and the other ladies for lunch? Your slave is welcome to stand behind you, at their request.” She glances at Sarah and winks.
Sarah’s eyebrows rise. All she can do is stare at Aura,
