CHAPTER 23
AMELIA'S POV
Two days had passed since the whole drama surrounding ‘Sebastian’s new lover’. It was Saturday, and I had spent the whole day relaxing—a stark contrast to what I was doing now. Night had already fallen, and according to Sebastian, I had to keep up with training if I didn’t want to lose my skills.
I focused intently on the knife in my hand, adjusting my grip just as Sebastian had taught me. The weight in my hand felt more natural now. My movements were sharper. Faster. I was improving, and I could feel it in the way I moved.
“Anything interesting?” Sebastian’s voice broke through the silence. He was leaning against the wall across from where I was standing, his eyes locked on my movements.
I blinked, looking up at him, momentarily thrown off. “Huh?”
“Colin,” he
