The noise around the chamber thinned when the voting phase approached.
The timid girl Fei Ming noticed hadn't moved from the corner the entire time.
Fei Ming's gaze pulled toward her during the challenge.
She had her back angled slightly toward the wall, brown hair falling loose to her neck, the collar of her plaid shirt catching it at the shoulders.
Her jeans had a scuff along the left knee from earlier. She kept her arms close, fingers curled against her thighs, and her eyes tracked the floor in a radius that didn't extend beyond a few feet in front of her.
He thought about the rock-like creature they just killed.
When the rock had rolled toward Helena's group earlier, it had lunged straight at that girl.
Either the girl was their prophesied player or owned high enough stakes to matter.
Both options made her valuable.
Helena had read the angle a fraction before impact and stepped directly into its path, drawing it off course with her own presence.
