Ava was still shaking when she finally made it to her first lesson, and the weight was back on her shoulders. Her body felt too heavy.
She was broken. Instead of worrying about what Mr Patrick told her and the fact that the Council was after her, she kept thinking of Zeke. Had she made him that angry by refusing to kiss him that he didn’t want to be in the same house? Couldn’t he see for himself that a relationship between them was impossible?
Still, it weighed heavily on her mind that something was wrong with her, mentally and physically.
She didn’t understand what was said in any of her classes, and she had no idea how she ended up in the queue in the dining hall at lunchtime. There was a fog in her mind, and the only thing that brought her out of it was when someone touched her shou
