I awaken the next morning to a loud, confident knock on my door. Rising up from bed, I pull on my housecoat and walk to the door, opening it. I’m half-expecting Bethany, though she doesn’t usually knock quite that loudly. Instead, I find the Pitmaster there.
Her expression is severe as always but doesn’t give much away. Seeing her, I panic for half a moment, thinking I might be hauled off to the coliseum again. Maybe Caleb took the words I said yesterday as an insult and sought to punish me.
But once the initial shock and tiredness clears from my mind, I realize that is extremely unlikely. More likely, the Pitmaster is here for some other purpose.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Let me in,” the Pitmaster says.
I stand back from the door, allowing her entrance. Once she’s inside, she gestur
