Chapter 7
Vanya
This Kross guy was a complete jerk.
I don’t know what I was expecting. When he stopped that fight yesterday, I thought—maybe, just maybe—he had a decent bone in his body. But no. He was just as bad as the rest, maybe worse. He didn’t just glare at me—he threatened me. Told me I wouldn’t survive here. That I should “watch my back.”
All night, I stayed on guard. I couldn’t relax, not even for a second. Sleeping in the same room as someone who clearly wanted me gone was terrifying. He was only a few feet away, lying on his bed like nothing bothered him—shirtless, like that was supposed to be normal. I kept my eyes open for as long as I could, every sound making my heart race.
According to my calculations, day one wasn’t even over, and I’d already made enemies, become a ta
