Valentina's POV
Thankfully, time passed by quickly. I kept my head down, ignoring the stares that lingered way too long when I passed by.
Hours later, while I was in the safe confines of my room, Damon sent me a message to prepare for the dinner that evening. I stared at the message long after that, suddenly regretting my life choices.
The Westbridge Athletic Dining Hall was an exclusive, glass-walled pavilion reserved entirely for the university's scholarship athletes. It usually buzzed with the chatter of a hundred massive egos, the clinking of silverware, and the smell of roasted chicken and expensive protein smoothies.
Today, it sounded like a graveyard.
The moment Damon and I walked through the double glass doors, hand firmly in hand, the entire room went dead silent. It was as
