Chapter seventy-three

**GWEN**

My head was banging, that was the first thing I noticed as I came to, long before noticing the hushed voices whispering in the background. I winced as I tried to open my eyes, my right hand flying to my forehead.

Why does my head feel like I was smashed with a waterside rock? It acched terribly. I shifted on the bed until I was facing the people standing in the middle of the room, their stance portraying they were presently disagreeing over something.

First of all, I was lying on my bed, in the same clothing I wore to the arena this morning, and the only light in the room was coming from the window. It wasn't night yet. I raked my head to recall how I landed here from the arena and why my head ached so badly. Nothing was adding up.

I sat up slowly, so subtle that the three people; Ashton, Abby and Williams didn't notice. I parted my mouth about to ask what was going on when like I was blasted back from whatever bubble I'd been huddled, I remembered.

My eyes flashed daggers,