In five hours, the horns would blast, and the aspirants would be startled awake. They would be put to work for the entire day. It would be stupid not to savor every second of rest.

Maximus had never claimed to be smart.

“Shh,” he giggled, covering his mouth. He was tipsy by now. They were huddled around a small fire, down a ledge from the camp, drinking some watery beer. They’d been sneaking out every now and then, just to get some time alone. To Maximus, the lack of sleep was worth it.