AVERY
"f**k. She is persistent. I must give her that," Ember whispered with a huff.
Ayla.
I didn’t expect to run into her in the hallway. And wasn't definitely in the mood to deal with whatever s**t she was dealing right now.
It was just after the training, and Thier had made me work overtime for the session I had missed. My hands hurt from holding on to the sword, and my legs felt like it would fall off.
"I want a f*****g shower. Is that too much to ask?!"
I was sweaty, sore, and craving a shower. The corridor was quiet—until she stepped out of the guest room.
“Avery,” Ayla drawled.
I stopped with a huff. The desire to just ignore and stomp past was too much.
She looked effortlessly perfect, dressed in some designer loungewear I was pretty sure wasn’t made for lounging. Her hai
