~Amelia~
By sunrise, Alan had already decided peace was not for me.
I barely had both feet planted on the training field before he sent a blast of force straight at my chest.
My shield flew up on instinct, and the hit shoved me backward hard enough that my boots dragged through the dirt. I managed to stay standing, which felt like a personal victory considering I had not even eaten yet.
Alan folded his arms like he had not just tried to send me into the ground before breakfast.
"Better,"
I lowered the shield and glared at him. "Do you wake up every morning thinking about how to be unbearable before the sun is fully up?"
"If I don’t drill you," he said, "you’ll keep playing around."
“Remember you are training for your baby as well.”
That was unfortunately true.
