DIANA’S POV
“I.” I give the dummy an uppercut. “Am.” Another one. “Fine.” I slam the head with my heel.
I continue punching and inflicting harm on the innocent dummy just to vent my frustration. The skin on my knuckles begins to peel, my lungs barely functioning, but I don't stop.
Everything has just been slow and gloomy lately. It's been almost three weeks since Tessa's death, but it feels like months. Xiana is usually the one who brings life into this place, but she's been quiet.
I've tried my best to make her happy again, but nothing works. It's heartbreaking watching her act cold toward Kael.
The last time he tried speaking with her, she slammed the door in his face. Unlike Daemon, Kael didn’t take it lightly.
He slammed his fist against the door, said something that made her cry
