Amara's POV
When Damien said spending time at the training center with warriors would provide a good distraction for me, he was right. For someone that said I wanted to avoid him, I was pretty glued to him. And it was fun.
If he wasn't busy, we would talk about just anything— gossip people, arguing about ridiculous topics like who had the better aim, and make comments about every unfortunate soul that could not keep up with the drills.
I would not deny, he was good at what he does. No one had ever sparred with him and won. No one had even come close. That's why he was the Gamma anyway.
And Damien? He was such a show off.
Anytime he floored an opponent during practice, he would always find my gaze, as if he was waiting for me to praise him. Sometimes I would, other times, I would just
