Chapter 39

Throughout the entire match, all she could hear were cries of pain, the crunch of bones snapping, and heavy thuds hitting the floor. Eventually, it was drowned out by the roars of the crowd and the shrill screams of the rich ladies in the stands. She figured that scar-faced guy must've won. Her vision finally cleared up, and Megan looked up to see the scarred man cloaked in black. His opponent lay motionless on the ring, blood dripping from his mouth and pooling around him. His chest wasn't moving at all. Yeah... he was gone. "They signed a death waiver before the fight," Tristan explained to Megan. "Whatever happens in the ring, the arena doesn't take responsibility. People's lives here? Might as well be dust." At that moment, the referee raised the scar-faced guy's arm and yelled, "Tonight's champion is Daniel Flynn!" But Daniel didn't look the least bit proud—he seemed totally out of it. No speech, no pose—he stepped off the stage and made straight for the locker room. Tristan got u