Chapter 5: The Whetstone's Edge

The high from the match faded faster than a cheap firework. By the time Leo limped out of the Jade Garden Tea House and into the neon-drenched alley, the adrenaline had drained away, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache in every joint. His ribs complained with each breath, and his forearms had developed a lovely constellation of bruises, purple and red against his pale skin. The cool night air di...