Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 202

Chapter 192: Battles & Balder "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?"

"Freya told me that Odin wants me to entertain the last three contestants in the days leading up to the hunt or whatever you want to call it. I'm not sure why, but I'm not looking forward to it."

By the way, Sansa opened and closed her mouth, I could tell she was taken aback and confused as to what I was talking about. I began to wonder if this was something they had just made up for this particular situation. "You didn't know, did you?"

“No," she replied softly. "Honestly, I didn't. But I will admit that even though I'm surprised... I'm intrigued as to how that's going to go."

"What do you mean?"

With a smile, she shook her head as she looked back onto the field. 'You’re not exactly the easiest person to get along with Cassie."

"Excuse me?" I replied with shock as my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open.

"Yes, I am."

Chuckling she gave me a 'who are you lying to' expression as she looked me up and down. "Is that so? Because last time I checked, you had a thing for running people off."

Her words were harsh but she was accurate so I couldn't fault her for that.

"I suppose you're right," I mumbled under my breath, causing her to laugh again.

any of

instantly went to Silas

me again. Something that annoyed me like no other. I was tired of being avoided, and as much as I wanted to hunt him down and yell at

today. Lucas and Finnick were both participating and as much as both men had recently irritated me,

you looking for them?" Sansa asked me, causing me to

shit out there. Every one of them all seem to blur together. This entire

heart and mind had been pushed to the point of breaking lately, and as much as I wanted to keep

I had been

my God, there

in the direction I was. She

asked as I turned to look at her.

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

You had to

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

matched with someone in his category though. I

heart sank. 'What

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

had just

"Are you fucking serious? There is nothing we can do, Cassie. It's the best of three so

as much as I believed in Lucas, there

hair had been pulled back into a tight bun on

for fuck sake... Bronn is about

very strong and intelligent character but Sansa would know him better. "Are you

"Finnick is... well I told you. He is

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

us, and as I looked up I spotted a man I didn't recognize taking up a

and shoulder-length brown and gray hair. He didn't look like the others with his attire and seemed to definitely have enough of the traditional brown furs and linen attire that the Nordic

sorry, who

before a smile crossed his lips. ‘Balder... your

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