Northern had never tasted defeat so bitter. For the first time in his life, he felt genuinely conflicted.
These nurtured kids—perhaps they had a right to their hurt. They'd endured their own sufferings. Yet the hell that Northern and his peers had been thrown into, and its aftermath, had made those sufferings seem like mere childish whimpers.
But they had a point too... or maybe Northern felt this way because of his own upbringing. His childhood had been good—better than the old world, in fact. It was the one thing he cherished.
Perhaps that was why Kaelan's words stung so deeply. They planted seeds of guilt in his heart.
To compound matters, he now had to face Kaelan's sister.
After Northern had knocked Kaelan unconscious with a swift kick, attendants had carried him from the arena. Now Soraya strode toward Northern, a large box slung across her back.
