She was back there again. Back in the Rogue's pit.

Her screams echoed in her head, how her skin had scraped against the rough, jagged walls as she had fallen, and how she had landed so hard with a loud thud.

Then, the sound of their mixed snarls and the descent on her body. Many of them.

And then above her, watching with that maddening hunger in them, was the Red rogue.

It had been the last to strike. The one that ended her life. It was the one that gave her that deep-rooted fear, and the ...