out a blade that had Britta, Novikov, and Reed bolting toward her. Max swung her arm up over her head. The point glinted in the bright stadium lights seconds before it arced down toward the lion’s chest. They would never reach him. All three of them were fast, but not as fast as Max and her blade. But Britta had to try. It was in her nature. She pushed her body as hard as she could, trying to reach— Inches from the lion’s chest, Max’s wrist was caught. Held. Charlie yanked her sister up and away, pulling her to the stairs and keeping her there with nothing more than a glare. The pair stared at
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