Arena Series, Book 1 by Holly Jennings

Arena Series, Book 1 by Holly Jennings

Author:Holly Jennings
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-10-25T14:17:51+00:00


I knew it. I knew they’d win. Still, a rock settled in my stomach.

The footage cut out to Howie and Marcus at their desk.

“And InvictUS takes it in another knockdown fight,” Marcus exclaimed, reeling with adrenaline. “What a night.”

“There you have it. InvictUS is your winners’ bracket finalist. The team that survives the losers’ bracket will be facing off against them for the championship.” Howie laughed. “Whoever it is, I hope they’re prepared.”

The rock in my stomach started rolling. Even if somehow we managed to make it through the losers’ bracket and into the championship, we’d have to face off against InvictUS—the team that no one could touch. The team that gave new meaning to the term invincibility.

“That’s it,” I said, reaching for the bowl of HP on the table. “I need a hit. Now.”

Hannah laughed at me again.

“It hits faster if you take it out of the capsule,” she said.

Good point.

I broke the capsule open, and drew out a line on the tray. Hannah handed me a straw and I dropped down to my knees.

I froze.

Here I was, on my knees, in the middle of a club, about to sniff some drug up my nose. As a role model. Had my own role model, Jessica Salt, ever done this? I couldn’t remember her in the tabloids, cutting lines and downing shots. What I did remember in that moment was Nathan. Pulling lines up his nose. Like he needed it just to get through the day. Just to deal with life. Right before his ended. Permanently.

What the fuck was I doing?

I scrambled to my feet.

“Kali, where are you going?” Hannah asked.

I didn’t answer. Hell, I didn’t even know where I was going myself. I just had to get out of there.

I stumbled away and down the stairs into the dance floor, and began shoving my way through the crowd. I got halfway to the door when my elbow snagged on something. Rooke’s hand. He dropped his grip on my arm and moved close, so I could hear him over the music.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to leave. Now.”

He glanced between me and the lobby. “I’ll go with you. For the cameras. You shouldn’t have to explain to Clarence why the tabloids are printing pictures of you leaving a club obviously upset and without me.”

Inwardly, I groaned. I just wanted to be alone. But I didn’t want to deal with the paparazzi or Clarence either.

I sighed, and nodded. “Fine.”

“Just smile and act like we’re together. For thirty seconds.”

He took my arm and led the way, threading a path through the crowd. Outside, the flashing started as soon as the cameramen picked up on us. I smiled that fake smile, for the cameras of the fake magazines, eager to photograph this fake relationship. We reached the SUV, and Rooke held the door and ushered me inside. When the door shut behind us, people swarmed the car and pounded on the windows like undead mobs. Cameras flashed at the same speed as hummingbird wings.



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