Chapter 22

• Ava was shocked when she made it to the kitchen on time at the butt crack of dawn.
• She was grumpy and had hardly had any sleep, thanks to Ezekiel. What was this now? First, he threatened to kill her, and then now it was what? Bed her to death? Her body still felt tingly, but she didn’t have time to worry about things like that when she was in a completely hostile environment.
• She looked around the work area as she wiped one surface. There was a mix of people here, not just the First Years. The other First Years were being shown how to prep and cook the meals, but she was relegated to cleaning duties the second she walked into the kitchen. They had magic users here. Why couldn’t they just magic all the rubbish jobs? Why did Omegas have to do it? She wished she could talk to some of them, but there wasn’t a friendly face around.