Chapter 17

Night entered the champion’s suite as a challenge. The corridor’s soundproofing was only theoretical—echoes of violence, drinking, and at least three separate arguments bled through the stone. In the main chamber, the fungus lamps had been dialed down to a low, predatory blue. Eli sat on the cot, stripped down to nothing but bandages and stubbornness. His wounds ached, but not enough to dull the electric tension crawling up his spine.

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