"Honey, wake up," Derick whispered, and I felt my hair moved before he kissed my shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"I told you last night, you're training with me every Monday, so get up."
"No, go away!"
"Don't make me tell you again," He warned and pulled the blanket off me.
I gasped as the cold air.
"Ahh!" I screamed and sat up, my hair falling over my face as I glared at my mate.
"I'm not one of your soldiers!" I reminded him, as my hands clenched into fists, "Don't pull off my blanket!"
Derick just looked down at me and smirked, "Just grey dressed."
"Wait until we're fighting!" I warned him grumpily, and climbed out of bed.
"I'll be waiting," He said smugly and walked ahead of me into the walk-in.
Once we were dressed, we left the tower, and walked across the street to a large build
