TETHERED
Ignoring Ralph’s sharp, questioning voice in my mindlink, I slipped into the ring, my eyes locked on the gold jug in his hand.
“Keilah, what the hell are you doing?” Ralph’s voice cut through the air, sharp and bewildered. But I ignored him, my focus solely on the gold jug. Without hesitation, I snatched it from his grip, the cold metal biting into my fingers.
“Keilah, stop!” Ralph shouted, reaching for me, but I moved too quickly. I raised the jug to my lips, the bitter scent of its contents filling my nostrils. The crowd gasped loudly, a collective intake of breath that echoed off the cave walls.
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