Chapter Thirty Eight

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It had been two days since Paulo had left, and Max hadn't slept a wink. He was a nervous wreck. He sat as close to the cell door as he possibly could, eyes never leaving it.

When it finally opened, Max was on his feet before the sunlight even made it through the door.

Paulo wandered through the door alone. He didn't look up, and he looked positively haunted.

He didn't walk far into the room, as if he didn't want to get any closer to Max than he had to.

"Paulo?" Max said, unable to get out any more than that.

"I don't have long Max, they've told me I need to go straight to the pit...for a fight."

"I'm sorry, Max, there was nothing I could do; believe me, I tried. She's dead. Lizzie's dead," Paulo sobbed, before immediately leaving the room again.

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