CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The cold wind bites at my skin as I face Melody, my muscles coiled and ready. Her green eyes glitter with challenge. We're out here to train, but for me, it's more than that—I need this. I need to forget Ethan's piercing blue gaze and Kyle's hauntingly familiar brown eyes.
"Come on, Ava!" Melody taunts, her red hair a fiery banner in the brisk air. "Show me what you've got."
I lunge. She sidesteps. Our dance is one of snarls and swift movements, each of us trying to gain the upper hand. I swipe, she ducks, and for a moment, I'm free from the tangled mess of emotions those two boys—no, men—have wrapped around my heart.
"Focus, Ava!" Melody growls as she pins me down momentarily, a smirk playing on her lips. I shove her off, rolling away and regaining my footing. I can't
