Chapter Fifty Five

Both Crispin and I turned when we heard the bubbly voice echo in the training room. I jumped down just in time to catch Trace launching into me and I wrapped my arms around him securely to support him on my hip.

"Hey, Trace. You aren't causing the guardians trouble, are you?" I teased with a light tone.

Trace shook his head fervently. "No. Al is here with me."

"He insisted on finding you as soon as possible." Ali sighed, running a hand through his hair.

As he moved, I watched as the muscle in his arm flexed and couldn't help but be somewhat startled. He was wearing a black t-shirt so his arms were relatively bare and for some reason, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He wasn't too muscular, but his muscles were evident nonetheless. This wasn't the Ali I remembered. He hadn't been lanky back then, but he hadn't really developed any noticeable muscles back then either. He didn't attract girls with his muscle power. It had been through his charm, winning smile and natural playboy-like charac