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      AFTER ANOTHER DAY off and their field trip, the transfers returned to the ranked matches. Davina knew this as she and Apollo headed to breakfast together, earlier than usual despite the pair staying up late sparring. Apollo was sporting a nasty blackeye, as he always seemed to since joining Dauntless.

Davina kept it to herself, but the boy had essentially been her punching bag as she had trained him the past two nights. He was a quick learner, at least that was something, but his build wasn't doing him any favours. He had an aggression to him that had caught her off guard, sharp and violent movements driven with purpose. She recalled his hit to Molly by the gate; if he could learn to actually fight with such movements he'd be a threat.

Breakfast consisted of the pair alone, and for the first time since initiation had begun, Davina didn't find herself missing Edward and Myra, and the familiarity they brought. Sitting opposite Apollo, kicking each other under the table and making snide comments to each other felt like home in a way she had been yearning for in Dauntless.

As they headed to the training room, Molly violently shoved past Apollo, glancing behind him to see Peter and Drew bringing up the rear. The pretty boy had merely offered the new pair a shrug at his friend's actions, but his eyes lingered on the blonde girl as they went their separate ways.

"I'm fucked if I'm against you," Apollo said as they entered the training room, which was about half-full. Thankfully, Four was present for that day. Training was always much more tolerable without Eric in the vicinity.

Davina shot Apollo a look. "I'll go easy," she assured him.

"Don't you dare," Apollo groaned. "For my ego's sake."

But Davina's light eyes had already intently zoned in on the board, at the same time as she heard Will curse, "well, shit," from across the room. She didn't look his way, but something warm had blossomed in her chest.

"Fuck me," Apollo hissed beside Davina.

"No thanks," she said, automatically.

"You wish," Apollo sneered. "Look."

Davina finally looked at names aside from hers, and her heart sunk for her friend as she saw his name written next to Molly's. Apollo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, but Davina wasn't sure what words of encouragement she could offer that wouldn't be false.

"Morning," Edward said as he came up to the silent pair. He looked at Apollo critically, but didn't say anything about the boy that was known to be harsh and run with Peter's crew. "We haven't really met yet," Edward added, politely, offering a small smile.

"Yeah, because you're always with your girlfriend," Apollo said, bluntly.

Edward looked taken aback by the ferocity, while Davina hardly batted an eye, as her best friend looked to her. She shrugged, trying to communicate that Apollo was just like that. "Well, I'm Edward," he continued, but his voice was noticeably tighter now.

"Apollo," he responded, chin tilting up slightly. Edward stood taller than him by almost a head.

"Oh, from Greek mythology!" Myra piped up beside her boyfriend, her arm hooked around his. Both Davina and Apollo glanced at her as if they'd forgotten she was even present, the mousy-haired girl looked at them with innocent eyes.

"You okay after the other day with Molly?" Edward asked, eyes on Davina.

"Oh I'm fine, she just doesn't like me," she dismissed. "You wanna worry about someone, worry about him," she added, holding out a hand to the boy beside her.

"Huh," Edward said, acknowledging the matches board. "Good luck," he told Apollo.

"Thanks," he replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Ed," Myra simpered, drawing Edward's attention to her, his eyes immediately glowing and his entire face softening at her. "Do you think Tris is that strong?" she asked in reference to her arranged match for that day.

"Oh she's as dead as I am," Apollo whistled as the pair drifted away as the couple got closer, out of earshot before making such a remark. Davina merely snorted beside him, knowing he was most likely right.

"Alright," Four said, voice commanding attention now that everyone had arrived for the morning. Across the room, Davina saw Tris, who still looked stiff from her fight with Peter, but ultimately better. No doubt the rest had helped, and going against Myra was basically the same. "Now that we're all finally here, we begin with Tris and Myra."

Davina watched the girls head up, Myra with a kiss from Edward and Tris with snickers from Peter's group. It went as predicted, Tris taking all of two minutes to knock the girl down with a well-placed punch that rendered her far too dizzy to get back up and continue. Despite her victory, Tris hardly looked pleased as she returned to her friends, and Davina watched as Edward and Myra reunited.

The second match passed by, and by that point Apollo was white as a sheet, staring straight ahead, refusing to even risk making eye contact with Molly. The girl in question had been shooting him smug looks all morning, and Davina could only hope for the least injuries. At best, Four was there to stop any unnecessary damage, unlike Eric and Peter days prior.

"Davina and Will."

Davina chewed on the inside of her cheek as she stepped into the arena, the pair moving to face each other. It was a confidence boost that Will was so afraid of facing her, his face wary as he stood her down. She could only hope he wasn't as smart as he could be– her planning had prepared him as an opponent slightly smarter and more strategic than perhaps others.

Will as an opponent was lean, not quite as tall as Edward, and a decent enough fighter. He had beaten Christina before, but it was clear he was picking up as he went, his build was just convenient for it. The only thing was that Will was smart, smarter than Edward. He didn't think purely from a fighting standpoint.

He moved first, a single step, and Davina had darted, startling him and taking advantage of his already-existing wariness of her, as he took on the defensive and prepared for her assault. She had to get him into a corner, stay close to Will as an opponent, bombard him and prevent him from landing his own hits. He was inexperienced enough she could achieve this with him, and he wasn't as bulky as Drew that if he happened to grab her she'd be done for.

Davina landed a punch, which the boy blocked, then another two, quicker this time. Then another two, incessant and consecutive. Will winced by the end of the repetitive hits, and Davina narrowed her eyes at the limit. In a second, Will had driven his knee into her stomach, taking advantage of their closeness.

She winced, but his hit hadn't been well-placed enough to knock all the air from her lungs, and as his defence split from the movement, she leant her torso back and shot out her fist. Davina felt Will's nose crack under her fist, followed by the sound of it splitting the air, his head jerking back violently. He stumbled backwards a few steps, a hand going up to his nose as it began to bleed.

Davina barely gave him a second to recover, kicking high and hitting the side of his face, pushing so he stumbled to the side. She had to make it quick, get him down. Will, surprisingly, got to his feet with ease, blood smudged and dripping over his lips.

The boy blocked her fist, quicker than she had expected, to his credit. She hit him again, then twice more, before going for his flank with the edge of her hand. It wasn't a punch, her fingers straight and elongated, but it was precise and caught him off guard, enough that she could bring her elbow up. In their close proximity, it caught his chin and knocked his head up, blood spraying with the movement.

Davina went to grab his top and drag him close to drive her knee into his stomach, before the side of her face erupted with pain and she was knocked to the side. Will heaved a breath and stepped backwards, placing space between them as Davina rubbed the spot on her jaw he'd punched her. She looked at him, tilting her head at Will, who held his resolve, fists raised and knees bent.

Davina took a mock step forward, Will stepping backwards in turn. The brunette stepped back again, observing the boy's stature carefully. He wasn't better than Edward, but he planned for her moves better. He waited it out and landed harsh blows that did damage no matter how little he actually went on the offensive. He had calculated her going for his stomach, so had gone for her unfocused upper half.

She had to catch him off guard, something he couldn't think around.

Davina's eyes briefly flicked to Apollo, before going back to Will. Her muscles tensed, air filled her lungs, before she lunged. The boy again blocked her fast hits, as she expected him to, before she hit her fist higher, as if she were going for his temple. He moved accordingly, a hand moving to deflect the hit, before her other hand shot forward.

His eyes widened as she didn't hit him in the face, instead she had hooked her arm around his neck, before lifting her feet off the ground and placing the weight on him, forcing him onto his stomach as she spun on his body and moved herself to be behind him. The arm he had moved upwards to block against her was twisted behind his back as Davina slammed him to the floor, one hand behind his back at a bad angle, and his neck constricted by Davina's arm.

The boy struggled against the hold, arching his back, but her collective pressure on his throat and arm held him steady in place. Davina's shoulders heaved slightly from exertion as she waited for the boy to give in, as she knew he would. Will let out one more frustrated movement, before slumping his face against the ground.

"I concede," Will mumbled into the floor.

Davina immediately released him, Will letting out a sigh of relief as he flopped his arm back into place and gasped for breath from the chokehold. He looked up as Davina walked away from him without offering a hand, and she heard him scoff and scramble to his feet.

The blonde girl rejoined Apollo on the sidelines, her face and flank hurting, frowning when she realised his match was next. The only indication he was stressed was how pale he was, but otherwise he looked the same as ever, dark eyes glinting as he stared ahead.

"Molly and Apollo," Four announced.

Neither Davina or Apollo said anything as the boy moved off, taking his place opposite Molly in the arena, raising his fists. His form was already better from Davina's instructions the nights before, as she had slapped every single joint until he held himself properly. She wondered if he would make the choice to strike first, or wait.

"My turn, Stiff," Molly spat.

Davina swallowed thickly as the bulky girl charged forward, Apollo wisely darting to the side, lithe form aiding him. The small success was quickly overshadowed as Molly swung her fist to the side, clipping his chin and knocking him unsteady.

To his credit, the match lasted longer than perhaps any of Apollo's had thus far, but it was mainly credited to him simply ducking hits as best he could. He had gotten one or two in himself, but they were ill-paced and timed, and for every hit he landed, he got five times as much back.

Davina finally looked away as Apollo was beaten to the ground by Molly, who had overpowered him in a blindspot and tackled him to the ground. Relentless hit after relentless hit. Davina heard the pounding, which only lasted a few seconds before Four intervened. She dared to look back, seeing Apollo was unconscious, his face a bloody pulp. Molly spat at his feet, before scoffing and moving off.

"And you're next," Molly hissed in her face as she passed Davina, who was busy making her way up to help Apollo. The blonde merely side-eyed her, dismissing her and the effort a confrontation would take, as she crouched down beside her friend.

A shadow fell over them, and she glanced up to see Peter joining her to help him up. The pair both had an arm over their shoulder as they hauled Apollo's limp frame up and out of the arena to make way for the next match.

"I can take him," Davina assured as she made to take Apollo to the infirmary. She had only a brief idea of where it was, but didn't care.

"On your own? No way," Peter retorted.

"Don't you have someone to beat up today?" she asked, snidely,.

"Nope," he replied. "No match for me today. You're stuck with me."

"Always a pleasure," Davina said, wistfully, as the two left the training room and began the trek to the infirmary.

It was exactly what Davina had expected from the Dauntless 'hospital', as a nurse with multiple nose rings and yellow hair took care of Apollo and laid him down. Davina hovered to make sure he was okay, before turning to Peter, who had instead been looking at her.

She met his eyes, green on green, his so innocent from what she had seen the day he had fought Tris. The look in his eyes still lingered in her mind, as the pair drifted out of the infirmary and slowly back to the training room, Peter making annoying small talk as they went.

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      APOLLO was bound to the infirmary for his insanely swollen face and bruised body, so Davina lamented to visit him if he wasn't back by dinner. It left her lunch break devoid of her newfound friend and security as they finished with their training for the morning, and Davina held her plate in her hands as she stepped into the Pit, eyes scanning table after table.

"Come on," Peter said, appearing beside her with his own plate.

Davina gave him a cautious look, before sighing and following after him to a table that was half-occupied by older Dauntless members and Dauntless-borns. Peter sat opposite her, surprisingly quiet, as Davina did the same. Lunch for the day was hot dogs, which Davina weaky dug into.

"Why aren't you sitting with your lackeys?" Davina asked, her foot ignored.

"Molly's mad at me for still talking to you and Apollo so she won't come anywhere near you guys," Peter said with a shrug, like he didn't care his friend was mad at him. Davina supposed they were less friends and more power support; they would come back to him no matter what.

"Oh, so I'm bitch-repellent now," Davina said instead.

Peter snorted. "Pretty much." He watched her for a moment as she stayed silent, taking a sip of water. He narrowed his pretty, green eyes at her. "Are you mad at me?"

"What?" she asked in annoyance.

"Don't lie to me, you're probably terrible and I'll be able to tell," Peter retorted

"Oh, you think so?" Davina responded snidely.

And though Peter was grinning along with her, he still asked "Is it about the Stiff?" so directly it was hard to believe his face appeared so amused. Davina hesitated, tilting her head at the question and Peter's unnerving expression. He was definitely not meant to be in Candor if he could play his moods so easily.

"Yes, it's about you beating Tris," Davina said honestly, voice firm as she met his eyes.

She had never cared much for confrontation; if she had a problem with someone she had always been up front about it if they asked. It had been a quality not appreciated in Erudite, but she believed if someone was asking they deserved to learn. Wasn't that what her old faction was all about?

Peter blinked at her honesty. "Didn't know you were so compassionate, nose."

"You gotta come up with a better nickname, something original at least," Davina sidetracked.

"You're right, you deserve that much," Peter played along, nodding.

"Thank you," Davina said dryly, before going for another bite of her hot dog.

"You're that bothered by the match?"

Davina paused midair before her bite, before blowing out a breath and setting her lunch down. If he wanted the conversation he was going to get it. "Yes. I already told you after," she huffed.

"Yeah but I didn't think you'd hold onto it so much," Peter responded nonchalantly.

"Well, I did," Davina said sharply. "It's not about winning at that point– it's power."

"You Erudite are so philosophical," Peter scoffed.

Davina shot him a glare worthy of Will. "It was a dick move. All cowardice, no bravery at all. Pretty pathetic, actually. Probably what Eric was like as an initiate, which is nothing to brag about." Peter's eyebrows had pinched inwards by the end of her little rant as Davina finally broke a smile. "I worry that you're the type Four warned me about."

"What did Four warn you about?" Peter asked. Davina only sneered at him ignoring every other point she had made and took a bite of her hotdog. As usual, Peter didn't seem genuinely offended by what she had said, taking it in stride and leaning back in his seat. "Let me make it up to you," he said abruptly.

"How?" she scoffed at the ridiculous idea.

"I'll buy you something," he replied with a shrug.

Davina rolled her eyes. "You're buying my affection now?"

"No. Just your attention," Peter replied innocently, leaning his elbows on the table.

Davina regarded him for a moment, glancing down briefly at the dark lines on her forearm. She sighed. "Fine. Meet me after training."

Peter's lip turned up, and Davina pretended to ignore how beautiful the genuine look made him appear.

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      THE DAY continued as it always did– a new routine that Davina was slowly adjusting to. After lunch, they returned for basic training, lining up and aiming at the wall as Four marched around and made adjustments. Apollo had rejoined at some point, tape on a cut on his cheek and his bottom lip bruised, but otherwise he looked okay all things considered as they practised shooting for the rest of the day. Everyone's aim was slowly improving.

Davina had checked on her friend when they had finished for the day, but he had brushed off her concern as they went their separate ways, in Apollo's words "I'm fine being alone." Davina doubted that, and the look Molly had given her earlier in the day stuck in her mind, but she kept that to herself.

"Didn't think you'd come," Peter mused as she stepped up to him just outside of the dining hall.

Davina shrugged. "Well, I actually need something, so I hope you brought your credits," she said snidely. Peter scoffed at her as she led the way.

Walking alone with Peter up the cavern was odd. Being seen as a pair with him was odd. She had a feeling it was odd only to her, as the lithe boy easily kept pace with her, and for once, kept his mouth relatively shut. She might have even forgot about him if she wasn't so vividly aware of him walking beside her like a friend, as they reached the shop Davina had picked out the other day.

Peter paused beside her, hands lazily in his pockets. "Here?" he asked quizzically at the retail place, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes," Davina said simply, ignoring his tone as she headed inside.

"Why?" Peter said, as if he couldn't imagine anything important could possibly be in the store.

"Art supplies," she shrugged.

"Starting a new hobby, nose?" he teased as her eyes raked the walls of canvases lovingly.

"Nope," Davina responded.

Peter's dark eyes trailed her, inquisitively. "Didn't you say Erudite hated art?"

"Yep," Davina responded.

The blonde girl spent what felt like hours filing through the shelves, anything from paper to sketching materials, to a new set of watercolours. Peter said nothing, and had stopped complaining as they walked around, the boy shadowing her. She was quite aware of the way he watched her quietly, but stayed quiet herself.

She had quite forgotten the time it had taken to build up her art supplies back at home, that some were gifts from when she was much younger, some were secondhand, some definitely taken from the school grounds. Davina couldn't help but think of the things she had left behind that were now either being discarded by her bitter mother or left to rot in her bedroom.

She hadn't put much thought into it, unusually, since she had left. The shadow had been left behind, but so had her own impact. Viviane would need to overtake her half of the bedroom, there would be an empty seat at the dinner table, there were years' worth of reports and artwork to be boxed away and dealt with. Even if she had been a stain on the Todd name and the blue she wore in her hair, Davina had still been something.

She could scarcely believe it had taken her over a week to realise.

With a considerably deeper frown on her face than when they had entered, Davina finished up her shopping and headed for the counter, Peter following her. Davina's eyes widened as it was rung up, the cashier making limited conversation.

"That's too much," Davina insisted, glancing over her shoulder to Peter.

"You're taking advantage of me– let it happen," he said with a shrug as he began to count out the credits.

"I'm not mean like you," she snipped.

"Alright," he said thoughtfully, eyes drifting. "Buy a pack of smokes and we're even."

Davina's eyes sparkled. "Deal," she said as the cashier moved to get them from behind the counter. "You're gonna share them, right?" Davina added.

"Of course, nose," he chuckled.

It seemed only natural that Davina dropped off her new supplies in the dorms before heading up outside with Peter, the air between the pair far lighter than it had been just that morning. The sky was turning pink as they sat opposite each other, Davina placing a cigarette to her lips lightly, giddy to return to the dorm and paint.

"I misjudged you," Peter scoffed suddenly as he watched Davina light it. "Pretty terribly, actually."

"Hm?" she hummed as she inhaled, barely looking at him.

"Thought you'd be some snotty Erudite– but you're cool," Peter continued.

Davina exhaled, Peter's face flickering between the cloud of smoke. "I'm cool?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Look at you," he said simply. She shrugged, taking another breath before passing it to him, smoke fluttering in between them as she exhaled into the breeze. "So, who's Viv?" he asked coyly, holding the cigarette to his lips, looking at her from above his hand.

Davina sighed, hating how her stomach knotted at the name. "My twin sister– Will dated her a while back," she explained as simply as possible.

"There's two of you?" Peter said in mock excitement.

"We're not identical," Davina snapped before she could stop herself.

Peter tilted his head slightly at the violence of the response, but only responded, "Bet you're cooler than her."

Davina only scoffed. "You think so?"

Peter held out his arms. "Well, where is she? Not here," he said, dramatically scanning the area, the cigarette burning between his fingers. The theatrics only made Davina smile slightly at the concrete. "So, what d'ya draw?" Peter asked, quietly.

"What? Oh," Davina murmured, meeting his eyes as he inhaled. Instinctively, her fingers traced the healing lines on her forearm. "I painted a lot more. Lots of landscapes and still-life. Sometimes surreal portraits. But I like drawing, it's how I started." She looked down at the lily inked on her skin, pausing. "Drew this," she said simply.

"It's pretty," Peter replied simply.

Davina looked down at it fondly, not really registering the boy's tone. "Yeah– I think the tattoo artist was glad to do less."

"You could sell them to her," Peter suggested. "Like flash pieces– or even do it yourself,"

Davina drew her eyes up, furrowing her brows at the boy. "Me? A tattoo artist?"

"Why not?" he responded with a shrug.

Davina sighed, accepting the cigarette back. "I don't know, just very unlike what I thought I'd be," she admitted, taking a puff. "You have any tattoos yet?" she asked after a moment, meeting Peter's eyes.

He shook his head. "Nah. I'm waiting for something significant to happen," Peter told her.

"What, to mark an occasion?" she asked curiously.

Peter just looked thoughtful. "Something like that," he replied.

"I thought you were a dick," she said suddenly. Peter barely responded to the abrasiveness. "I still do– actually."

"Thanks, nose," he said casually.

Davina ignored him. "But I get it– I think," she continued. "Do whatever you can to make it through initiation."

Peter only blinked at her. "Yeah."

"I still think you're only talking to me to keep an eye on me," she admitted. "I just think– 'what're you going to do to me?"

"What if I don't want to do anything?" Peter said softly.

"I'd think you're a liar," Davina replied immediately. "Fakest Candor I've ever seen."

Peter jeered at her words, but looked smug about something. "You know what I got for my aptitude test?" he asked her.

"Please don't make me guess," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Erudite," he told her.

Davina paused for only a moment, looking him up and down. "Huh. I can see that,"

"Really?" he teased.

"Yeah, you'd look good in blue," she responded.

Peter laughed slightly, face lighting up before he turned serious, Davina watching him carefully. "I'm not going to hurt you, y'know?" he said firmly.

The suddenness of the declaration caught her off guard. "What?"

"In initiation– I'm not someone Four warned you about," Peter elaborated.

"You don't even know what he said," Davina pointed out.

"I can imagine based on how you think of me," he answered.

Davina regarded him. "I don't believe you," she said quietly. She let her eyes drift, before pushing to her feet, stamping the cigarette out with her shoe. "It's getting dark," Davina said simply.

Peter cocked his head at her as he got to his feet as well, standing above her. "You afraid of the dark?" he asked lightly.

"Fuck, no," Davina jeered as they headed back together. Peter wasn't quite behind her, almost in her blindspot, his footsteps a mere second behind hers– like an actual shadow.

"I hear you at night, y'know," he told her casually.

Davina kept her composure as best she could, narrowing her eyes slightly. "What?"

Peter ignored her questioning tone, as she watched him from the corner of her eye. "You leave for like– three hours? And then come back. God knows how you're still standing in the mornings."

Davina scoffed. "Clearly never met an Erudite before a test."

Peter didn't seem as amused as they descended back into the compound, the cool lighting of the tunnels bouncing off their features. "Why do it?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"What?"

"You're the biggest threat out there besides Edward."

Davina paused, Peter brushing past her shoulder as he continued walking. The brunette spun on his heel and looked back to her with wide, innocent eyes. Davina wanted to ignore the way the praise, however genuine, warmed her chest.

"We haven't even finished initiation– not even stage one," she said quietly. "I could–"

"Still nothing," Peter cut in, as if he knew exactly what she would say. "You're making the cut."

Davina only regarded him oddly, trying to figure out where his Candor ended and the manipulation of keeping his advantage began. "Of course I will," she said, sharply. Make the cut, not win.

Peter grinned down at her. "I'll be right there with you," he added confidently.

Davina rolled her eyes. "I expect that now."

Peter didn't leave her alone even after their outing together, he stuck around and ate dinner with Davina and Apollo, who was unusually quiet. It was almost a silent agreement between the pair that the blonde girl would meet up with him that night for training when most people were already asleep. And though it wasn't verbalised, neither of them mentioned the arrangement in front of Peter, who already knew that Davina was taking extra steps to survive stage one.

Davina was sure it was allowed, based off how Four had caught her once before and seemingly been unbothered, but she felt being caught helping another initiate improve his skills would be frowned upon. Or maybe not– maybe she'd be brave for taking the risk. She was losing track of what counted as brave in her new Faction, it seemed everyone thought of it differently.

After dinner, Peter finally split from her side, and under Apollo's pestering, Davina explained where the pair had gone, ignoring that her new smoking buddy had gone to his lackeys' side again. At the sight of Molly, Apollo scowled deeply, and the mood was effectively ruined.

She then proceeded to lose track of how many times she'd thrown Apollo to the ground during their after-dinner training session. She'd offered him a reprieve because of his injuries from the day, but he had insisted on continuing, probably even more spurred on then before.

"I will kill her," he spat, as he threw a punch at Davina, who blocked it easily.

"I bet," Davina snipped, deflecting another punch before throwing her own and forcing Apollo to dart back.

"Shut up," he snapped.

Davina rolled her eyes. "No, it's motivation."

"Being able to beat Molly is more than enough," Apollo assured her, before he was flipped onto the ground with a groan. Davina blinked down at him as he didn't immediately move to get up. "The look on her face. God, she must've loved that after the other day," he moaned, pressing his palms into his eyes.

"Get up, Greek mythology." She kicked him lightly in the ribs, causing him to jump and push himself into a sitting position.

"Let me complain," he jeered.

Davina leaned forward, bracing her hands on her knees. "Complain while you try to actually hit me."

Apollo's eyes hardened at her words, and for the next hour and a half they continued to go at it, the boy suffering the same fate after almost every attempt. It was pitiful work, but Davina kept at it, and Apollo only complained a little more.

Davina had really lost track of how many times she'd thrown him to the ground, before he finally held up a 'T' symbol with both his hands as he lay on his back on the ground again. Davina had a slight sheen of sweat on her brow as she sucked in a breath.

"You sure?" she asked, mockingly.

Apollo's fingers changed to flip her off, and Davina pulled away from him laughing.

"Fuck off. I need to sleep for, like, a day or two."

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no editing we like will <3

pavina interactions go crazy!!

wrote this chapter to heal my inner self after being ghosted by someone i thought was a potential (dating in your 20s is not for the weak)