Domenico
The victor stood in the middle, blood dripping from his fists, and when he moved forward, the crowd parted, giving him a wide berth.
He squatted down beside my cage and scratched at his chin. It was the closest his face had been to mine in both the daylight and when I wasn’t frozen in fear, and I saw for the first time the depth of the scar that marked his face. With something that deep, there had to be issues, like nerve damage. I studied his features, the way the right side of his mouth failed to draw out as far as the left of his cruel smile.
“See something you like, princess?”
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