Arena

she rolls her eyes and holds up her fist.

I give her a questioning glance, and with an exasperated sigh, she opens her fingers.

I gape at her and glance down at my hand, because she's holding out the ring that I know was on my finger a second ago.

when an emotionless kleptomaniac, a scarred killer, and a sadistic boxer are trapped in the same arena with weapons and threats, all bets are off, especially when something doesn't seem quite natural...

contains violence, harsh language and other possible trigger warnings.