Chapter 11

The tournament!” she gasped.

“Yes! You didn’t come home last night. We’re were all worried. I drew the short straw to come here and collect you.”

“Can you keep it down?” Theo grumbled from the pallet next to Maya.

“Theo, get up! It’s the day of the tournament.”

“Scales,” Theo gasped, rolling over with wide eyes. “Are we late?”

“Late?” Aurora asked with a stilted laugh. “We’ll be lucky if we make the trek back to the mountain before it starts. Now, get up. Let’s go.”

With this new information, both girls moved at lightning speed, throwing on fresh clothes, and scrambling out of the room.

Gods, how had this happened? She wasn’t particularly punctual, but she had never wanted to miss something this important. Then the night before came back to her—the fight, the winnings, Basem Nix.

She winced. She’d fought Basem Nix. Scales. That wasn’t good. She had never seen Basem in person before, but she sure as hell knew his name. And the echo of it still rang in her ears. He was full-blooded Fae,