The Rigged Game

Della didn't flinch. She had mastered the art of running from danger during her three brutal years as a rogue. She knew how to read a room and how to stare down a threat. A calm, almost eerie smile touched her lips as she looked around the mat. Every other Luna in the room looked like a ferocious, hissing little cat, their faces flushed with misplaced anger. Della just stood there, unbothered.