Melissa’s POV
I had only told Ava the news about the competition starting tomorrow out of loyalty. I owe her that at least. She slept in my room last night, but I was not able to sleep, the thought of what might be given to us to solve swept my mind. Out of all I have been taught, I could think of a possibility of the questions.
My thought leaped back to Sir Dallas, about how he had volunteered to help me, the thought was juicy but I didn't want to sit on it too much until I have seen ways that his idea won't hurt me.
“It's almost time, Melissa. What are you thinking about?” Ava said beside me.
“Nothing really, just about the competition. I was just wondering why they would just change the date and time like that, like an uncultured place. Don't they do things by the book? What about
