“I’m fine,” I replied, my voice husky. “Just ready to kill someone.”
Nolan barked a laugh. “That’s my girl.”
I shrugged my black coat off and handed it to him, hearing his low whistle of appreciation right as I was announced. I hadn’t heard who I was fighting, but it didn’t matter. Whoever it was, I’d annihilate them and picture Alex the whole fucking time.
“...newcomer to our games,” the robotic commentator was saying. “Please welcome the fresh blood of the night, Violence.”
Rafe. That motherfucker. He’d changed my persona.
Well, so be it. I’d show him violence, alright. I’d show all of them.
No one messed with Violet Rose Spencer and got away with it.
To Be Continued…