Chapter 8
“IS IT TRUE? Are you really going to train with Nikolas?”
I quit pushing my scrambled eggs around and looked up at Olivia as she slid her breakfast tray onto the table. A few feet behind her, Jordan followed with her own tray. Just a few days ago, I was eating alone. I wasn’t sure how I felt about my new popularity, especially since all anyone wanted to talk about around here was how awesome Nikolas was.
“Yes.”
Olivia gave a very un-warrior-like squeal that made me wince.
“Do you have to do that?” snapped Jordan. She obviously wasn’t a morning person.
“How the hell did you swing that?” Olivia went on, ignoring Jordan. “No one trains with Nikolas. What I wouldn’t give . . . ”
I gave up pretending to eat and pushed my plate away. “You know, just because he’s like some kind o
