“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag now,” Drake said, his vicious smile twitching. He leered at Lola as she walked into the Pit. Behind her, he saw his father and Russel Polver take their seats. “Daddy can’t protect you from me now. And neither can your Oclan mutt over there. Right here and now, it’s just you and me and this time, you ain’t getting away. By the end of this, there ain’t gonna be enough of you left to bury.”

“Big talk,” Lola retorted, her heart ...