Chapter 129

• My legs buckle and a screech, falling to the floor, unable to control my body.
• The donor laughs and tips her head toward Sawyer. “She’s not so tough after all, is she? She doesn’t deserve to be yours tonight.”
• Striding forward, she pulls a blade from a sheath on her glittery belt. She stands over me and grins. “You’re not worthy of being the headliner. I’ve been fighting and winning for a year. Just wait. You’re not taking my spot.”