The next morning, everyone was already in the training room—everyone except Riley. She was still in her bedroom, curled up on the bed and feeling absolutely miserable.
“Gosh, why did my period have to come now?” she groaned, rolling from side to side. “I feel like I’m dying.”
A knock suddenly sounded on the door, making her groan even louder.
“Go away!” she yelled, assuming it was the maid checking on her.
The knocking continued, and Riley’s irritation flared. “Didn’t you hear me? I said f**k off!” she shouted. A small part of her felt bad for snapping like that—Samantha was a kind woman—but the sharp pain in her stomach had left her grumpy and short-tempered.
The knocking stopped.
A few minutes passed in silence before the door slowly opened on its own.
“What the heck—”
Riley turn
