“Break it up,” I yell, my voice streaming across the long hall. I shove aside the asses who’ve spilled out of the mess hall to watch the fight. They’re blocking my path, cheering, and laughing for pure entertainment.

The fight is like a mosh pit gone wild. People are climbing on top of tables and are shouting at the top of their voices to be heard. The smell of sweat and blood rises to my nostrils.

Shaye is curled up on the floor, trying to catch her breath. Her face is a bloody mess. Her lip is split, her nose is gushing, and one eye is already swelling shut.

I...