Maisie
"Hayes. Burke. Go," Instructor Warren blew on his whistle, and I watched them circle each other in the ring, before Cole moved first, driving his fist up through Burke's gut.
I winced at the sound of bones breaking. Sometimes, I wondered if Combat was just Instructor Warren's way of pitting us against each other to vent out his own frustration. I swore the highest casualties Ashbourne saw on a daily basis came from these classes.
And I was about to become one.
Because Ryder–freaking–Hunt was standing on my right, waiting out our turn as we were next to go. I now wished I had just stayed back home like a normal person after a stressful trip, but the overachiever in me had reared her head.
Well. That wasn't the real reason.
I fled from the mansion because staying meant… I didn't know what staying meant.
