The days went on like that.
The training became part of their routine— early morning before the sun rose. Alison felt her body ache. Nicholas pushed her and trained her intensely. He was always calm though. She could tell she had improved in her fighting. He was always guiding her every movement
Things were different.
He was different.
His coldness was still there, but she felt like he had softened a bit. Even though it was just the slightest.
He was trying her insane.
She couldn't figure him out and that made her a bit annoyed. She was quite good at figuring people out. And Nicholas was a complicated case.
He acted as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't seen the pictures, read the journal, or known who Amelia was, and made him react that way. Alison had chosen to forget about
