The following Monday arrived with Vincent still down south. That"s what I assumed his absence meant. Not wanting to repeat last Monday"s mishaps, I headed straight for the schedule I"d stored in my locker and memorized the entire session for the day. I changed into yoga pants, hesitated between a tank top and the turtleneck I had on. After a moment, I left on the turtleneck, deciding I didn"t want to flaunt the bite marks on my neck. If someone from the Hunters sent Angelina after me, my presence here today was enough of a rub.
The moment I stepped onto the mats, I regretted it. Out of the twenty-six field members, only a handful took advantage of the fully-equipped gym. Since the day I"d arrived two months ago, I"ve only had the misfortune of sharing the gym with two or three other membe
