The concrete hallways under the arena were dead quiet now, like a grave after the crowd's crazy cheering stopped.
Nash walked slow, his sneakers making that wet squeak sound against the damp floor. His whole body felt stiff, like his muscles were still buzzing from being in the Zone State too long, and every time he licked his lips, he could taste the blood from where he got hit earlier.
He was confused as hell, honestly.
Dahlia had grabbed him near the showers with some order from Victoria, and his brain immediately jumped to the usual stuff, maybe her dark office with that one threatening lamp, or her yelling at him about being reckless again, or even just dragging him to the locker rooms where the girls were probably sinking into those ice baths right now.
