I came to myself in a pleasant fuzz. I felt like I’d just had a nasty nightmare, but it was distant and gone. I peeled my eyes open and found myself lying on my back on a sawdust floor and bolted upright as memory flooded back. Memory or dream? I studied the arena, just like it had been... when I’d... thought I’d died. But the sawdust was not drenched with my blood; in fact, it was immaculate. Leander was nowhere to be seen. I was alone, my body had that newly minted feel, perfectly fresh ...