The next morning when Kira brings me breakfast, I’ve already rehearsed the apology I owed her. In my anger, I’d been cold and mean; both of which Kira didn’t deserve.
She brushes off the apology, glad that I’d thought of apologizing in the first place. Omegas were usually the ones dishing out the apologies.
“You look excited.” I notice, adjusting my low-raise jeans and polka dot crop top. “Something happening?”
She shrugs. “Oh, just a big fight in the pits.”
“I thought you said you didn’t like watching fights?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Usually, I don’t.” She replies sheepishly. “But Kate Turner is fighting today.”
Curiosity sparks in me. I want to ask who this Kate Turner is and why she’s an exception, but I figured; let me find out by myself. Kira doesn’t take a lot of convincing before
