Chapter 13:

ASTRID.

The moment Logan and I are done training, I am panting heavily.

"I have got to admit." He smirks, "You are pretty good."

I spent years training with my father, mastering his every move, learning the tactics, when to attack and when to stay, even after being in that dungeon, all that training with him paid off.

"Thank you." I try not to look at his face, try not to see that smirk that reminds me of Zeke’s, try not to convince myself of the trap that I am falling into.

"If you want to do this again, you can always call me." He offers, and I sense the tone in his voice, but I just nod my head, the distance between us is close, but then he takes a step back and walks away.

I stare at his retreating figure, something about his presence, about their presence is intimidating, like they have some sort of secret they are keeping. Life is like distant memories, we are just trying to pull the past and future together and jumble it in the present.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking a