Chapter Forty-Four: A Mother's Wisdom Pt 3

“Sathariel? Are you sure?”

“So, you have heard of him,” Silas says with interest as he comes to stand beside me. Oh, so now he’s Team Dasha. Kiss ass.

“Of course, I have. We competed in The Tournament together a couple of times. He won each time. He was the one who set you two up?” Shock and confusion are clear in her voice.

We nod in unison. “Set us and many others up as well. We are just fortunate to still be breathing. What can you tell us about him? Maybe you can help us build a composite sketch of him, so we know what he looks like,” I say hopefully, but my hopes are dashed when Mother shakes her head.

“I wish I could. But I never saw his face,” she says regrettably.

“How is that possible?” Silas says dubiously, folding his arms over his chest.

“You can direct that tone elsewhere. Unlike the other competitors, Sathariel never showed his face. I know it’s customary during the meet and greet, and moments between rounds where all competitors are confined together, but he refus