Roxi, he cautions softly, like I am a skittish horse. His gaze drops to where my hands white-knuckle the railing, then to the bloody arena beyond. If this is about marrying me, we can burn the document. I—I will leave you alone. Just please step away from the stadium’s edge. I am deeply, deeply alarmed by Memnon’s words, but at the moment, not even that is enough to deter me. Some magical instinct has taken root.
