I wasn’t too gloomy the next day, but my mind was still clouded with concerns and constant worrying. Wilona had suggested I scrap training today to get some rest, but I declined. She was surprised at my determination to work.
I even surprised myself.
I hadn’t seen Devyn since the meeting and I was sure he hadn't been in the house too because I would’ve felt his presence—as crazy as that sounded. I figured it was because he had marked me that I was able to feel this way. I didn't like it though, but it’s not like I could make the feeling go away.
Liam was glad to see me in training today. He had been worried about me but I assured him I was doing fine. He apologized too for the kidnap, but I assured him that it wasn't his fault. He had tried to stick by my side throughout the meeting that day but I didn't let him.
I was only taken away because of my carelessness.
Training was less difficult than it was because this time, I actually put my whole mind and body into it. Liam had tried to go easy on me as he made me lift light weights but I insisted on lifting heavier ones.
Now as I was seated on the bench, I felt the aftermath of the lifting. My arms were sore and my body was drenched in sweat as I heaved heavy breaths. I was starting to think I must have overdone it with the weightlifting.
Wilona stood at the other end of the training ground, giving me enough time to recuperate and prepare for combat.