When I got home, I lay awake thinking about the things Cal had told me. He was the kind of man who gave a lot of information in very few words, and I understood that he was intending for me to read between the lines - like telling me what the Emperor was looking for so that I could avoid giving him what he wanted.
I started to fixate on what he had said about the gladiators, though.
I was torn between wanting to find Jax and thinking he must have moved on from the brief time we spent together as friends on our way to the city.
Now I knew that things were probably difficult for him, and I wanted to find him. I needed to know that he was OK. I needed to see if he would want to leave together, if we could find a way to escape.
I knew now that I had real influence, and I might be able to g
