Amelia’s POV
I had some scrapes and bruises from my second fight, which only seemed to get aggravated from my quick cramped trip into the supply cabinet. Now that I was out of it again, Eve quickly patched me up.
I was feeling lucky, having won two fights and avoided Damien.
Eve frowned at me, still uncertain about this whole thing, but I was riding my high. I didn’t know that I’d win one fight, let alone too. If only Damien could see me now. Would he be impressed?
Maybe not. Maybe I still needed to win more.
“Go on,” Eve said. “Your next fight will start soon. I’ll expect you right back here after.”
“Okay, wish me luck!” I said, bouncing up to my feet.
“Be careful,” Eve said instead.
Turning away from her, I rushed out of the tent, where one of the event organizers was waiting for
