The training session was unlike anything Ava had ever seen.
Her head had still been a mess when the other students started piling in; she could still feel Ezekiel’s body against hers. It made it hard to concentrate. All the First Years were in this class until they could be evaluated and separated, so they were asked to pick an opponent. Almost everyone wanted to fight her, but the coach told them he would pick an opponent for her. Then he told them to run laps around the gym for a warm-up. That almost killed her. Jogging was not her friend, and it was unfair that she still had to do the same number of laps even after all the others had zoomed past her several times and finished before she had even completed the first lap.
She had been wheezing as she completed the second lap, ignoring
