Chapter 3: Mate
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Dominic Cherith, her ex-best friend and her current tormentor. Once, when she was six, he had stood by her side and protected her from her bullies; he had fought them to the extent that a baby tooth got knocked out.
But maybe he realised that standing up for a weak half blood was not a good idea, that it made him stand out like a black sheep in the crowd of white ones. So now he stood on the other side, with her bullies, making her life hell.
It was all part of growing up.
Shaking off that troubling thought, Inez picked up the plate heaped with chicken wings and proceeded to carefully migrate around the tables in order to avoid running into Dominic.
All was going according to plan until she passed a table that was a good ten steps away from him and abruptly felt a wave of heat crash through her. What the hell? It had to be at least twenty or twenty-one degrees here, so why was she suddenly sweating like it was ninety?
Her arms felt shaky and so did her legs. How wonderful it would be if she could simply drop the plate she was holding and leave. It would certainly do that lazy boy, Ron, a world of good to jump off his chair and fetch his own food for a change.
Ugh. Sweat dripped down her inner thighs and her back, and there was this weird churning sensation happening inside of her stomach. She better not have caught a bug or something.
She couldn’t afford to get sick. Not now.
’I need to get out of here,’ thought Inez as she continued past the tables and almost dumped the plate of chicken wings in front of Ron.
"Took you long enough," Ron griped as he picked up a wing and helped himself. "No wonder you are called trash; you are so slow." As he spoke, he literally swallowed the meat off the bone before hurling it at her forehead. "Pick it up," he commanded.