There was such intensity behind Adrian's hateful declaration that refused to be undercut by his defeated stance and the welt on his face or the fracture in his ribs.
And then he softened when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He looked to the side into Myron's understanding face,
"Come on," Myron said, "Let's go."
Together, they left the stage and the Arena entirely. Where they went and what they discussed, no one knew and no one really cared.
Lady Myrine stepped towards Ember whose eyes had just been attentively looking between the engagement on all sides.
"Dear Girl," Myrine said, "Come with me. You can help me tend to my injuries."
That was obviously a rouse.
Healing those wounds, even if they had been deep, would require only the use of potions of which the Stygian Estate had many. Myrine just saw this as a chance to get her son's new flame alone and she took it.
