Closing my eyes, I clenched my jaw and slowly turned on my heel. When I opened them, I was staring into the face of the young man I’d seen earlier in the crowd, the one with close-cropped black hair who’d seemed amused by the idea of brutality among the challengers. His square jaw flexed, his full lips pulling up in a smug smirk. A circular ring piercing his bottom lip glittered in the firelight from the perfectly intact lantern. Anger licked at my skin like the false flames I’d felt moments ago.
