Avery
Anticipation and bloodlust hung in the warm evening air. It constricted my throat as I fretted with the oversized sleeve of my gown. The massive expanse of grass behind the castle looked well maintained. Rows and rows of people jammed into semi-circular stands that wrapped around the back of the grass and faced the palace. Unease skittered up my spine at the energy the crowd gave off. The central area was chalk marked into a circle.
My empty stomach clenched as Dorian’s hand fell onto the small of my back. He steered me to a raised seating area off to the left of the centre. Just then, Remi strode out to tumultuous applause.
“That’s who's challenging Erik?” I asked Dorian, my mouth dry.
He nodded. “It’s just a show of dominance.”
Well, that was reassuring. I took my seat to the
