Page 75 of Blood Day: Part One
The ones in class always felt forced, my body reacting because I had no choice.
But Master Cedric had made me feel alive.
Master Cedric is gone. He doesn’t care about you. Stop thinking about him,I demanded of myself as Advisor Livia started rattling off course options.
We’d already agreed that I would take the final fighting sequence course.
As well as a class on the food service industry.
And a weekly lesson on pack service requirements, should I end up in a lycan clan.
The last topic was related to sexual arts, which always seemed to be Advisor Livia’s favorite regimen to review. She’d restructured my food program again several months ago, cutting back on the increased portions Master Cedric had recommended, but giving me more than my former dietary plan.
It’d allowed me to gain muscle, although not too much.
I felt strong, yet fragile at the same time.
Which she claimed was the perfect combination. Some photos had been taken of me recently to update my records, and she’d been very pleased with my body tone and curves.
So I wasn’t surprised at all when she recommended my final course be in the art of pleasing other women. “I think it would give you some versatility,” she added, those green eyes of hers glimmering with approval.
“Okay,” I agreed, mostly because I preferred that over the other option of vaginal preparedness.
“Excellent,” she replied, tapping away at her tablet. “We’ll touch base again in two weeks this time, as we are nearing the end of the program and I want to ensure you’re prepared. Good evening, Prospect.”
She signed off without another word, just like she did at the end of every meeting.
I stared at the wall for a minute, then stood to prepare for my classes.
The water in my closet had helped me through the last eight months, but I was down to my last seven bottles. I left them alone, saving them for a day when I needed them most.
Part of me still believed Master Cedric had put them there. It was the same part of me that dreamt of him every night.
I’d only known him for a handful of weeks. And most of those days had been spent in class where I’d tried to please him and he’d constantly failed me.
Then we’d spent one powerful night together.
That was it.
Yet his presence in my life had impacted me more than anyone else ever had. And I couldn’t figure out how to erase him from my mind.
The only positive that came from the experience was my obsession with proving him wrong. Because in the process of doing so, I’d managed to nearly perfect my scores.
My door beeped as the latch unbolted. Then a schedule rolled across my wall as Advisor Livia sent me my revised course information. As per usual after every monthly meeting, my lesson times and locations would change immediately.
Sometimes one or two courses would stay mostly the same, such as my introductory fighting course with Master Cedric that had gone on for more than a one-month term. At least until Master Khalid had taken over. Then it’d become his course that had continued, but the name and purpose had changed every month after that.
But this time, everything on my schedule shifted.
I studied the revised regimen and committed the details to memory.
Then I went through my usual routine of showering and picking up breakfast.
Two scoops of eggs. A full piece of toast. Half of a banana.
Almost the same as yesterday, just a different type of fruit today. Yesterday was half of an apple.
I ate quickly, finished a quarter of my water, and went to the food services course.
