The days flew by at Alpha Academy.
After that training session with Valentin, he continued to be cold towards me. He avoided touching at all costs, even going so far as to wear thick long sleeves and pants. Though I could still tell, through every grit of his teeth as he blocked me or every flinch as he accidentally stood to close. He seemed like he was in pain. I don’t know why he was resisting it so much.
Part of me wondered if it was because of my Aunt. Did he see her in me? Was he afraid to be hurt again? The thoughts plagued me each time that I trained with him the following two weeks.
In addition to training with Valentin, I went to classes and learned incredible things I could only dream of. They taught us attack formations, defense patterns and interrogation skills. I felt as
