“How much more can he take?” Vaughn whispers to Kenny as if I can’t hear.

“Not much more,” Kenny answers.

He’s wrong. I can take hours more. I’ll run out of sparring partners before I run out of stamina. I can’t Fucking flip-shift, but I can outlast any motherFucker in this pack. I can’t win against Alban Jones, but I can’t lose to anyone else.

And I deserve to suffer.

How can it be right for Nevaeh to hurt?

I let a random Powell land a blow to my face. My eyebrow splits, and hot blood trickles down my face. It’s not enough. No amount of pain is enough to...