(Gwen pov)
"Gwen?"
I wavered, about to deliver a strong blow to the dummy in front of me, and sighed as I pivoted to face Abigail who just walked into the training ground.
"Abby." I lowered my hands by my side, striving to control my ragged breathe. "What are you doing here?"
She shrugged, her two hands splayed out. "This is obviously a training ground."
"Oh..." I have gotten used to sneaking here for the past week to train alone that I almost forgot it wasn't just private property. They had a private one for the King and Queen but the last thing I needed was bumping into my mate, so I deliberately avoided there. "What's up?"
"I should be asking you that." She readied herself in front of another Wooster dummy, stretching her ankles which lengthened the black training sl
