Bab 207: Volt, the supercharger!!

Zafron's stomach churned as he and Matilda approached the arena entrance. The roar of the crowd penetrated the thick stone walls, clearly, all that existed in the arena was bloodlust and anticipation. He glanced up at the VIP box and spotted Shadow and Whisper, their masks glinting in the harsh crystal light. The twins blew him mocking air kisses, their amusement at his predicament evident even from a distance.

"Bastards," Zafron muttered under his breath.

Matilda squeezed his hand, her face a mask of concern. "You don't have to do this, you know. We could find another way."

Zafron shook his head. "No, we can't. They made that pretty clear." He forced a smile. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Matilda's lips pressed into a thin line. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, and kissed him fiercely. "Be careful in there," she whispered against his lips. "I need you in one piece."