Chapter FourThe 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
