Olivia’s POV
The next evening, after Damien cast me out of his chamber to do as I would, I went to the courtyard to start my new training regimen. The evening air was cool, and there was more than enough space here for me to move around. If I practiced nearer the gardens, I even had a small bit of privacy behind the tall bushes.
At least that was what I thought at first. But soon my spot had been discovered by another batch of slaves who had been making their way through, heading from one duty to the next. By the second batch, I realized this spot was a regular route for the werewolf slaves, likely for the same reason I had preferred it.
It offered some measure of privacy from the vampire eyes. For them, even if it was for only a few moments, to not have the vampires watching must have
