Free Scarlet by Marissa Meyer

because he reached for her hand and gently pried up her fingers. On gut instinct she dug the gun into his ribs, though she knew she wasn’t going to shoot. Not without answers.
    He didn’t seem worried. Maybe he knew it too.
    “I believe your father did see a tattoo like mine.” His head dipped toward her. “But it wasn’t me.”
    He pulled away. Scarlet dropped her arm, letting the gun hang limp at her side, and watched the chanting crowd part for him. The onlookers were intimidated, but also amused. Most were smiling and jostling one another. Some were moving through the crowds, scanning wrists, collecting bids.
    He may have been undefeated, but it seemed clear that most bets had been placed on his opponent.
    She squeezed the gun until the textured metal of the handle left an imprint on her palm.
    A tattoo like mine …
    What had he meant by that?
    He’d only been trying to confuse her, she determined as Wolf launched himself over the stage’s ropes, agile as an acrobat. The coincidence was too much.
    No matter. She’d given him a chance, but the police would be here soon and take him into custody. She would get her answers, one way or the other.
    Shaking with frustration, she tucked the gun back into her waistband. The thrumming in her temples was beginning to mellow and she could make out the crowd’s chanting now.
    Hunter. Hunter. Hunter.
    Dizzy from the heat and rush of adrenaline, she glanced toward the building’s enormous opening, where she could see overgrown weeds and wheat stalks lit by the moon. She noticed a woman with close-cropped hair glaring at her like a jealous girlfriend. Scarlet returned the look before shifting her attention to the stage. Lingering at the back of the crowd, she pulled up her hood again, drawing her face beneath its shadows.
    The crowd surged forward, carrying Scarlet closer to the fight.
    Hunter had ripped off his shirt, displaying a mass of raw muscle as he rattled the crowd. The row of teeth embedded on his head glinted as he bowled from one side of the stage to the other.
    Wolf was tall, but he looked like a child next to Hunter. Nevertheless, he was all composure in his corner of the platform, radiating arrogance with one foot up on the ropes, practically lounging.
    Hunter ignored him, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Growling. Cursing. Working the crowd into a frenzy.
    The one who handed me the poker …
    Scarlet’s gut twisted. She needed Wolf. She needed answers. But in that moment, she wouldn’t have minded seeing him ripped to shreds on that stage.
    As if sensing her onslaught of rage, Wolf’s gaze flickered toward her. The smug amusement dropped away.
    Scarlet hoped it showed on her face just who she was rooting for.
    A holograph flickered to life, hanging over the announcer’s head. The words slowly rotated and flickered.
    HUNTER [34] VS. WOLF [11]
    “Tonight, our reigning, undefeated champion— Hunter !” cried the announcer. The crowd bellowed. “—takes on undefeated newcomer, Wolf !” Mixed boos and cheers. Evidently not everyone had bet against him.
    Scarlet was hardly listening, straining hard at the holograph. Wolf [11]. Eleven wins, she suspected. Eleven fights.
    Eleven nights?
    Her grandmother had been missing for seventeen days and counting. But her father—hadn’t he said they’d only kept him for a week? She frowned, frustrated from the calculations.
    Hunter yelled, “We’re having wolf for dinner tonight!”
    Hundreds of hands slapped against the edge of the platform like a roll of thunder.
    Wolf’s concentration darkened into something thirsty but patient.
    The holograph flashed bright red, then evaporated with the sound of a bellowing horn.
    The mediator dropped down into the crowd, and the fight began.
    Hunter threw the first punch. Scarlet gasped, the movement almost too quick to follow, but Wolf ducked easily and skirted out from Hunter’s shadow.
    Hunter was impressively fast for his bulk, but Wolf was faster. A series