Roaring by Katie May

Author:Katie May
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

VIOLET

I spend the next week extensively training for the Roaring. Kernels of excitement appear in my stomach, intermingled with the dread and worry already there. I can’t ignore how excited I actually am for the games to begin.

“You need to be careful, Violet,” Vin hisses in the early morning sunlight as I drop down to do another set of twenty push-ups. My arms are shaking, and sweat coats my body like a second skin. “You don’t want to hurt yourself trying to keep up with us.”

He’s on one side of me with Jack on the other. Both men move fluidly as they do push-up after push-up with the other fifty competitors.

“I’ll have you know I’m super athletic,” I huff out between pants. “I do all my own stunts…never intentionally. But still, I do them. So, ha.”

On the twentieth push-up, my arms give out and my face collides with the grass, wet with morning dew. Laughter rings out from farther down the line of students, and I don’t have to look to know it’ll be Gills and Alex.

Mummy releases us for the day, and my men immediately jump to their feet, prepared to shower away today’s sweat and dirt. I remain on the ground, attempting to do a few more push-ups. Every muscle aches, though I don’t know if it’s from the push-ups today or the five-mile run we did yesterday.

“Violet,” Jack says gently. “Vi.”

“Just a few more,” I pant.

“Vi…”

“A couple more.”

Abruptly, a hand grabs the back of my shirt and drags me to my feet. My legs wobble, threatening to give out, but the hand holds me steady, pulling me against a sculpted chest.

“You’re working yourself too hard,” Vin grumbles in my ear. “I don’t want you to get sick or hurt yourself.”

“News flash, I hurt myself all the time. Just last night, I hurt myself after I tripped down the staircase in my dorm and face-planted into a potted plant,” I point out. Despite the guys’ protest, I’m still living in my dorm room. For now. I have every intention of moving out…after the Roaring is completed. I can’t afford to be distracted, and these men? They’re the biggest kind.

“Be sensible,” Vin hisses. “You can’t win the competition if you’re dead.” He gives me a long, eloquent look that says more than a thousand words, but I merely roll my eyes.

“I also can’t win if I choose donuts over running every day…which I still do, make no mistake. But a push-up and salad usually evens it out.” I shoulder away from the men and bend down to grab my water bottle, topped full with Jack’s blood. The assholes at school are still refusing to allow us to eat in the cafeteria, so I have to be creative.

The warm liquid leaves tingles in its wake, eliciting full-body goosebumps. Fuck, he tastes good.

As I pull the bottle away from my lips, I catch the men staring intently at the words on my arm, still red and ragged from the week earlier.

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