Rowena“They’ll pay for this mistake.”Eric and I stopped in our tracks upon hearing the shrill voice coming from behind the row of lockers. It wasn’t just the words that left me dumbfounded, though; it was the fact that I could hear it clearly even from here.Must be the acoustics in here, I thought.Exchanging wary glances, Eric and I silently decided to follow the source of the voice.“I blame you!” she exclaimed with a huff. “It’s you who took the bribe. I mean, seriously.”“I would never—”“Oh, please. I know you must have taken a bribe to let the likes of her into the camp. How much were you paid, anyway? And now Emma is kicked off of the cheerleading team, too? Do you people have it out for our family, or something? After all my father has done for this school?”“Heather…”Eric and I glanced at each other again. So it was her; I thought I recognized her voice. Although, Eric’s face betrayed nothing as we rounded the corner.And there she was: Heather, fuming in front of the loc

RowenaIf I was being honest, I was a little curious about what sort of flirting techniques Eric was going to share with me.But why did he lock the door? And why was he so close?With his body pressed against me, I could practically smell the pheromones coming off of him. He was squeezing me a little too tightly again as well. It seemed as though he had a habit of that lately.Maybe he didn’t know his own strength; after all, he had gotten so much more muscular during his warrior training. Maybe his brain hadn’t caught up with it yet.Gently pressing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away just enough so I could breathe and get a better look at him.“What’s all this about?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “You’re crushing me, Eric.”“Can’t you tell? I’m trying to teach you how to flirt, Rowena.” As he spoke, his hands slid down my waist. His fingers pressed into the soft skin there, and an inexplicable shiver ran down my spine. “You’ve always been a little stiff in that r

RowenaI let out a soft sigh and pushed my glasses up on my nose, then tucked a stray curl behind my ear as I bent over the notebook in front of me.“I’m going to lunch, Rowena.” The head manager stood from his desk and grabbed his jacket off of his chair. “You’ll be okay in here on your own for an hour, right?”I nodded and looked up, meeting his gaze with a polite smile. “Yes. Enjoy your lunch.”With a curt nod, the head manager strode out of the office and left me alone. I watched his form fade away through the glass door, mingling with the other students who were walking past. I could see how they were chattering excitedly, pointing at the new posters that were practically lining every wall.“Come to the Homecoming Honeys dance this Saturday!” the sign read. Then, underneath: “Bring your ‘homecoming honey’ for free drinks!”I glowered a bit at the sign and shook my head. The atmosphere around the camp had changed so much this week since the dance had been announced; everyone seeme

RowenaI stifled a yawn as I glanced at the clock; only nine-thirty in the morning. I still had a few hours left of my shift in the manager’s office.Normally, I wasn’t this sleepy in the mornings. But I had been up later than usual last night with Eric, practicing my dance moves. I had to admit, though; he was right about us making good dance partners.After spending the night practicing together, it felt surprisingly natural. It was probably just because we were siblings. We just clicked, in a way.Suddenly, the door swung open. I looked up and felt my heart almost stop when I saw a familiar head of black hair push into the room.“Adrian.”“Rowena.” Adrian walked up to me and sat down in the chair across from me. “Can you look at my shoulder? I think I pulled a muscle.”Nodding, I set my notebook down with trembling hands and circled around the desk to look at Adrian. I swallowed as I poked at his shoulder, tugging the collar of his shirt aside to peer at his tense muscles. We were

RowenaA pair of strong hands encircled my waist and whipped me around beneath the flashing lights. A moment later, as I came back to my senses, I found myself looking up at none other than Eric’s face.My eyes widened slightly. “Where’s Heather?” I blurted out.Eric simply shrugged and nodded over my shoulder. I followed my gaze to see Adrian and Heather dancing together, although a little stiffly. It wasn’t uncommon for warriors to switch partners during songs like this, but I hadn’t planned on it. I came here with Adrian, not with Eric.“Are you having fun dancing with Adrian?” Eric asked.I remained silent. I was still too angry to speak with Eric, and so I tried to turn to go back to Adrian—but Eric’s grip tightened on my waist, and he pulled me closer so that our hips were now touching as we moved on the dance floor.“I was having a great time, before you pulled me away,” I said in a slightly snarky tone. Although, I wasn’t so sure if I was telling the truth.If I was being hone