And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Battles & Balder

Cassie.

The sounds of battle echoed around me within the stadium. My eyes couldn't look away from the massacre happening in front of me, and as much as I wanted to tell them to stop because this was more than brutal, I knew I couldn't. There had to have been at least fifty people on those training fields, wallowing around on the grass greener than anything I'd ever seen. Blood coated their skin as they spared each other.

Odin called these games, but in reality, it was nothing but brutal force. I couldn't understand why things weren't just done normally. Then again, I was in Asgard and Nordic traditions was the only way to go here.

■’Cassie!" A voice called out to me, causing me to look down the walkway to see Sansa walking toward me with a smile and a bounce within her step. "I figured that I'd find you out here. I just was hoping that she would have waited for me."

Raising a brow in amusement, I stared at her for a moment as she sat next to me. The clothed awning protected us from the sun, the fabric billowing gently in the morning breeze." Girl, this shit started like an hour ago. We would have been late."

"There is nothing wrong with being fashionably late,” she remarked with a smirk that made my eyes roll before I turned my gaze back out onto the field.

I had awoken early this morning ready to get the first trials over with so I could return to normal life, and no matter how much I would have rather be doing anything else right now. I knew that wasn't possible. Odin wanted me here.

I was the prize these men fought for and being present was important to remind them of that.

Or at least that was what I was told.

"I can't believe they find this entertaining... this is barbaric."

Sansa's laughter floated around me as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but this is Asgard. You should have seen the games a few years ago. One of the poor guys lost an arm."

Snapping my attention to her with my jaw dropped, I tried to wrap my head around what she had said. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Nope," she muttered. "They take this shit seriously here."

Of course, I had grown up around training and whatnot, but this was far more violence than was needed. They called it sparring and it was anything but that. Blood was being spilled and men were getting hurt one after another and everyone seemed to act like that was perfectly acceptable.

"It's disgusting," I replied, trying to keep a smile on my face but I had no doubt that my disgust in this was shining through.

"Girl, you think this is bad? They haven't even gotten to The Hunt' yet. That's when shit gets really interesting."

I didn't even want to ask what the hell that was, but I had a feeling that was the last event that Freya had tried telling me about before. I had given suggestions to small things I wanted to be added to these games but in the end, Odin said they would stick to being traditional with only minor changes.

On top of that, I was only just informed of the final task requirements this morning. The final task was I would have to entertain the last three contestants individually in the days leading up to the main event. "Oh, by the way... thanks for filling me in on my hosting responsibilities."

"Hosting?" My gaze fell to her once more, taking in the confused expression on her face hidden behind her furrowed brows. "What are you talking about?"

the days leading up to the hunt or whatever you want to call it. I'm not sure

confused as to what I was talking about. I began to wonder if this was something they had just made

replied softly. "Honestly, I didn't. But I will admit that even though I'm

"What do you mean?"

she looked back onto the field.

shock as my eyes widened and my mouth dropped

"Yes, I am."

expression as she looked me up and down. "Is

were harsh but she was accurate so I

you're right," I mumbled under my breath,

you seen any of

Silas and

no other. I was tired of being avoided, and as much as I wanted to hunt him down and yell at him for acting this way again-l knew that it would do

and Finnick were both participating and as much as both men had recently irritated me, I was deeply concerned about either

causing me to sigh as I slowly nodded

shit out there. Every one of them all seem

chair I was reclining in, I felt like giving up on all of this. My heart and mind had been pushed to the point of breaking lately, and as much as I wanted to keep going, I didn't know

black I had been searching for appeared before me like a solution. Lucas and

God, there

she looked in the direction I was.

as I turned to

pointed toward Lucas and the man he was fighting. An enormous man that stood at least a foot taller than Lucas with black and red markings all over his skin, and hair that had been buzzed to his scalp. "That’s Soren. He is the future Alpha

had to

he eats people like Lucas for breakfast!" The gasped response from me caused Sansa to

he is known to be a killer. Not sure why he isn't matched with someone in his category though. I wouldn't have thought Lucas

my heart sank. "What are you talking

Lucas in a lot of factors. Hopefully, he will be able to hold him off," she replied in a tone that sounded as if she didn't think Lucas

past two weeks but it didn’t mean I didn't think about him often. I had just respected his wishes to

direction as she scoffed with amusement. 'Are you fucking serious? There is nothing we can do, Cassie. It’s the best of three so all we can do is just pray he wins or

as I believed in Lucas, there was no way

the person Finnick is with? Wait... Sansa, that's your brother!" His white hair had been pulled back into a tight bun on his head as he stood topless in

for fuck sake... Bronn is about to get his ass handed

like a very strong and intelligent character but Sansa would know

mean shit in this situation," she sighed. "Finnick is... well

though. Come on... you can't honestly think

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