KODA'S POV
I watched Ayasha compose herself, that stubborn set to her shoulders returning. She was trying to pretend that whatever had just passed between us hadn't affected her, but I could still see the flush in her cheeks. Still feel the echo of her pulse through the mate bond.
"Tell me everything," I said, moving to lean against the marble column that supported the high ceiling. The cool stone felt good against my back, helping to clear my head.
She took a breath, her eyes fixed somewhere past my shoulder. "Imara sort of hinted to me that some of the contestants have sponsors. People who are helping them survive the games."
I frowned. This was news to me, and in a court where information was currency, that was concerning. "What kind of help?"
