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I got a few good punched to his head in before the other tried to come at me, seeming to remember he was infact supposed to be apart of this fight. I grabbed onto one of his punches and used his momentum to force him to the ground, only narrowly dodging Elijah’s ham-like fist coming at my cheek. The boy who’d been thrown to the floor using my distraction at the near-miss to grab my hair andpull.

“Cheap move, you cunt!” I screamed and maneuvered myself so my booted foot could kick him right in the balls.

As far as I was concerned, the only person who was allowed to touch my hair was Cam.

It was just enough to create an opening for me to scramble through, earning me some precious space between me and the group of attacking men.

I narrowed my eyes at Elijah, who returned it with an annoyed look.

“Letting them do your dirty work for you, huh? No wonder Cam thinks you’re a no good pussy with no chance in Hell at winning this thing.”

His jaw ticked, and in a blink, he was rushing at me. Movements lacking control of finesse in his anger.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

Pussy boy has a fucking ego, shocker.

He was strong—and fast—but I was faster. My small frame helped me dodge punch after punch, and when I saw my opening, I used my foot to push him back toward the group in a vicious kick to his gut.

Hiram was still there, panic lacing his features, letting the rest of his rag-tag group of fucking losers fight on his behalf.

Disgusting coward. No wonder Vic wants you dead.

I brushed the sweat from my brow, cocking my head at Elijah and his lackeys. It was obvious none of them reallywantedto fight, since their eyes kept darting to Elijah and then back to me, waiting for some type of order.

“You need a break, limp dick?”

“Stop calling me that!” Elijah snarled, anger twisting his face.

The pinging of my watch told me the audience didn’t want me to stop–or at least I hoped that’s what the messages said. Who the fuck had time to check in a moment like this?

The screaming coming from inside the wall continued for a long while, and every now and then I would make out something that sounded like a moan, but the fuckers kept me just busy enough that I hadn’t had time to listen fully.

What Ihadnoticed, though, were the small circular cracks on the walls around us. They were evenly spaced and just about throat-length.

But where is the damn trigger?

“You wouldn’t be getting so mad if it wasn’t true,” I pushed with a small laugh.

Elijah’s neck and ears turned red, his freckles threatening to disappear under a heavy blush. He lifted his arms, knife in hand and ready to charge… Until the rumbling started again.

The maze is resetting again. How?

I looked around wildly, trying to make sure that I wasn't one of the unlucky ones who were about to be crushed. But there was only one wall moving.

The one behind me.

My heart lodged in my throat. Hope filling my chest.

Cam.

And, lo and behold, there they were, waiting as the wall slowly descended into the floor. Shoulders moving with their panting breaths and still damp, but not a scratch on them.

Thank you, God!

I started toward them, ready to shove my fist down the rat’s throat, but… Cam wasalone.

Where the fuck is she?