Chapter 40

JAX'S POV

Fifth fight in three days.

My knuckles are split, ribs sore, neck stiff. I don’t even know how I’m still upright, but the ache is good...it keeps me from thinking. Keeps me moving.

The Pit’s backroom smells like sweat, iron, and old blood. I strip my shirt off, pace the cramped space, feel...

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