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“Tell me, Jacob Just how bad do you want to die?” I ask and hear the others laugh at my question

An audience is always needed Your fellow brothers must witness your devotion Otherwise, it doesn’t exist

He gets to his feet and spins around to face ain This time, I don’t move out of the way Instead, I meet him head-on with my fist The blow knocks him back, and blood flies from his mouth My knuckles split from the force

Lifting my hand to my mouth, I lick the blood and rain off them “Tastes like victory,” I mock

Wiping the blood fro rapidly I clocked hiood “You …” he chokes out “You …”

“Ryat,” I reotten

He charges ain, this ti him, I lift my arm and let hi him off his feet and flat on his back

He rolls over onto his side, coughing and grabbing at his throat I take the chance and kick hiushes from his now broken nose

I fall tohi off his air

His hands slap my arms, feet kick, and hips buck underneath me, but he doesn’t have a chance

As rowl

When a Lord fights, he fights to the end There can only be one winner Only one left standing And I refuse to be anything but

CHAPTER THREE

INITIATION

RYAT

COMMITMENT

JUNIOR YEAR AT BARRINGTON UNIVERSITY