POV: Maya

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the arena, and for the first time since Marcus had injected me with that green poison, I felt something crack inside my chest.

Stephen had just landed a devastating blow to Nathan's ribs, and Nathan was on his knees, coughing up blood. The silver restraints they'd been forced to wear had weakened all four brothers, but they were still fighting like their lives depended on it.

Because they did.

"Enjoying the show?" Marcus asked ...