Chapter 35 – When Training Levels Up
Ava was deep in the kind of sleep that could only be earned by too much caffeine, too many holograms, and way too much late-night arguing with an overprotective golden cream puff shaped orb. She had collapsed sideways on her bed with one leg dangling off the edge, hair fanned like a tangled nest across the pillow, and a faint line of drool glistening at the corner of her mouth. To any observer, she looked like she'd been knocked out by a sleep spell rather than by sheer exhaustion.
Unfortunately for Ava, she had Cream Puff.
The little Cream puff hovered silently near her bedside, glowing faintly like a patient star. It had been still for hours, honoring her command to "guard dog mode" her rest. It hadn't allowed anyone to disturb her—Alyssa had tried twice, Zephyr once (with his trademark puppy eyes), and even Theodore had poked his head in.
