James POV

I saw her just moments ago—the slave woman, running toward the back of the arena where the fighters' facilities are located.

I scan the upper levels from my vantage point, tracking across seats and walkways for any sign of her, but there's nothing, which means she's likely deeper in the building.

The rest area.

I head that direction, moving through corridors that grow progressively quieter, the crowd noise fading to a ...