Kel’s mouth popped open when she read her opponent’s name. “You’d better see the coffin maker and order me a box,” she told Cleon as he threw the stick for Jump to chase. He straightened, confused, and read the name she pointed to: Wyldon of Cavall. “Gods protect me, you’re going to die a virgin,” he whispered. “What say we find a nice private haystack and take care of that?”
