"Fucking hell, man! Are you some kind of golem or what? Three Second Circle warriors yesterday, four today— that's insane…" Lucas said, half laughing, half gaping as he helped Cassian out of the arena. He eased him onto one of the crates nearby, while four freshly branded slaves stood in line beside them, heads bowed.
Cassian chuckled, rubbing his shoulder. "They weren't as tough as yesterday's lot. That bastard Ragna gave me a harder time than all four of these combined."
The new slaves bristled at that, their eyes flashing with fury— but none of them dared to speak. They'd already lost their freedom, and the only way to earn it back was either by breaking through… or if Cassian decided to grant it himself.
"But still, they wore me out. That's enough for today," Cassian said, stretching his arms. "You made enough from the bets to cover their price, right?"
