His was the main event. The last fight of the day. So far, four matches had already been completed. From the sounds of the fifth, he’d be up in a matter of minutes.“Death comes to us all at one point. You can’t stop it…”His feet paused on the hard stones. Talah was right. He couldn’t stop it. But he could delay it…at least for Kavin.His heart warmed when he thought of her, easing the anxiety inside, telling him no matter what, this was the right choice. The only choice.The door to the cell pulled open just as he was remembering her fingers on his skin, her lips against his, the breathless sound of her voice last night when they’d made love. He turned to find Malik’s grim face staring at him from across the room. “They’re ready for you.”His pulse picked up speed. He drew in a deep breath, nodded once, and stepped toward the door.At the archway, Malik stopped him with a hand on his arm. Right over the slave marking branded into his skin. The one he’d gotten when Zoraida had first banished him to the pits.
