Senna’s POV

We all stood staring at each other for a moment. Then the horn blasted again.

“What if we don’t go?” Kalev asked.

“We have to,” I told him. “Those are the rules.”

“Fuck the rules,” Korrigan said. “We’re playing by our own rules now.”

“We should go,” I said.

“But what if it’s a trap?” Kalev said. The thought had occurred to me. The capital was still in charge of the games. Who knew why they were calling us to the beach?

“The others will go,” Isolde said, stepping forward. “The other sector borns. We could gather them. Bring them back here.”

“And kill some nobles in the...