Cold Confessions

The arenas? The fucking arenas? My money is funding the very institution that I was a prisoner of for over a year? The same institution that I’ve been fighting to eliminate?

Seryna’s hand slaps on top of mine. “Kaelen.”

I don’t move. “Kaelen, look at me.”

I turn and look at her. “We need him, just for a little while. Retract your claws before you kill him.”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Mr. Varr adds