Amelia pov
Training with Mason this morning was somber. I missed Harper; she had become dear to me.
“Head in the game, Amelia.” He shouted at me.
“Again.” He said, his eyes drilling into me. I couldn’t help the eye roll. His lip quirked up at the corner.
*Just like your mother* Mason said, making me smile, I loved hearing how much like my Mom I was.
Logan dashed forward. He tried to grab me but I sliced at him with the fake dagger we practiced with. He ducked and rolled kicking my feet from underneath me. I fell down to the ground but did a backward roll standing upright. He swept at my feet again but I flipped over them doing an aerial cartwheel landing behind him. I plunged my dagger down towards his head. If it was a real dagger, it would have gone right through his skull killing h
