79. Mr Social Butterfly

Allie POV

For the next couple of days, my routine remained the same. Eating, training, studying and sleeping were the only things I had time for–as well as fielding texts and phone calls from Ellis. I was making progress with my training, but a few days would never be enough.

At one point during training this morning, Max had spoken to me without venom or disdain in his tone, so I figured I was making progress, even if it was small.

Josh and I would chat each morning over breakfast, but for the most part, we’d been avoiding one another. He was giving me the space I’d asked for, but I could also see the physical pain the incomplete mate-bond was causing him whenever we were together.

Seeing it etched on his face was making my own pain increase tenfold, so the distance helped both of us cope. The knowledge that I could end that pain for him, and the conflicting desire to save him from any further pain if I died, was causing a war inside me.

Gianna and Zoe were sitting eating lunch