CHAPTER SEVEN
Diana's POV
Training for me was usually held every morning at 8 am sharp. That was more than an hour ago. For every minute I’m late I have to make 5 pushups. Safe to say that I was going to be dead after this training session was over.
Quickly running down the hallways I pushed myself through the crowds of people to reach the training room. I busted through the double doors to see Cam waiting for me with his arms crossed over his chest. Those light brown eyes didn’t miss the fact that my hair was a bird’s nest on top of my head, ready to hatch a couple of eggs.
“You’re late,” Cam stated as I leaned my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.
“I am fashionably late,” I corrected him laughing at my own joke because I was a total mess. He didn’t seem like he even heard
