Page 46 of Ava: Part One

“Max,” he said.

“Ava.”

“Everyone knows your name,” he smiled. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes that caused her fear to return.

“I never got to thank you for what you did for me. Everyone would have left me there until I had recovered enough to take myself to the infirmary. You were lucky yesterday. They only took you because they thought you were dead.”

“Lucky?”

“Probably the wrong word. Sorry,” Max said.

They sat silently for a while, and Ava tried to keep her mind from spiralling by watching the students crossing the quad or sitting in groups and laughing with books or their lunch in front of them. This was what she had imagined college would look like for her—finally making friends and worrying about boys andassignments. Now, she was going to die before she got a chance to experience any of it.

“I can give you my blood,” the vampire offered.

His allure was not as strong as Penelope’s, so she knew he was very young. A strong vampire’s blood in the system would strengthen or heal anything. It was kind of him to offer, but Jared’s cream would probably do a better job of putting her back together.

“Thank you for offering, but I’ll just see what comes. I mean, they’re not allowed to actually kill me, are they?”

Max looked away without answering, and her anxiety hit the roof. Would the coach allow it to go that far? Did he hate her that much just because she had talked about him behind his back? Or was it because of the usual werewolf-human prejudice?

“I don’t know why they’re doing this to you, but you should watch your back in your dorm room as well,” Max said.

What? Even in her private space, she couldn’t let her guard down? She was alone in her room and on the ground floor. Anyone could get to her through her window! Somebody could hurt her and disappear, and it would be days before anyone ever thought to look for her.

“I tried to look for someone stronger than me to help you, but none of them want to get involved in wolf business. It’s so fucked up.”

Her shoulders sagged as the hopelessness overwhelmed her.

“I’ll be fine,” she lied.

Max studied her for a second before he shook his head.

“Max!”

She looked in the direction the voice had come from and saw a group of vampires waiting at the library doors. The one who had spoken had a frown on his face.

Max sighed as he stood up.

“I hope you’ll be fine, Ava. I hope I see you tomorrow.”

With Max gone, she was alone with her thoughts until it was time to head to the Training Centre to prepare the rooms. It felt like she was dressing up the place so someone would kill her in it. Emily didn’t look in her direction even once, and whenever she asked her what was wrong, the Omega completely ignored her. It hurt. She’d thought she’d made a friend for the first time in her life.

But she pushed that out of her head as the class filed in. She let out a sigh and resigned herself to her fate. Coach Baxter looked straight at her as he walked in, and something in her refused to look down. If she was dying today, then she wasn’t doing that bullshit anymore. She would go out on her own terms. He growled, his lips curled into a snarl, but she still held his gaze. Let him come for her if he wanted. She was so done with this shit, with feeling scared and anxious all the time. She would let them do what they wanted just to be done with it.

The Intermediate class filed in after him, but she noticed that Ezekiel was not there.

“Warm up! Now!” the coach barked.

Why did she have to torture herself with running when all she was going to do was get beaten up again? But she didn’t argue as she started doing the laps.

Maybe it was the adrenaline mixed with all the anxiety, but by the time Coach Baxter shouted at her to ‘get off his fucking floor’, she wasn’t wheezing as she usually did.

“Today, I’m going to see how well you do against two opponents,” the coach shouted at the class.

Two? That was the game today?

Ava rolled her eyes and started moving even before the coach called her name.

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