“Can we even do that? Can we yield?” Ava asked again as she paced Zeke’s dressing room floor.
Her anxiety levels were through the roof, and she didn’t think even Zeke could get her out of this.
What the hell was happening today? She'd expected her day to be over by now. She’d expected to be recovering in the infirmary by now or Zeke’s bed, where she usually woke up after something like this. But here she was, about to fight expert fighters—Zeke’s equals who were probably as ruthless as he was.
“It’s against the rules. You invalidate all your progress for the term and get a day in isolation,” Zeke said quietly.
She whirled around to face him, horror filling every part of her. Even Jared warned her about isolation and how it broke someone. Zeke seemed to have come out unscathed, but she
