Chapter 23 Queens Don't Bow, They Conquer

• SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
• The arena wasn’t a lecture hall, nor was it a hall; it was a damn coliseum.
• Bright spotlights cut across the stage, glaring at me with the full force of their power, as they gild across the glossy floor with blinding light. A semicircle of leather-backed chairs faced the audience, with each nameplate gleaming gold, each contestant seated like they weren’t students but monarchs ready to spill blood.