But hunger is winning this war. I’d rather face Leo than sit in here and starve.
I slip on a pair of tight blue jeans and a black cropped sweater, then comb my hair out and stare at myreflection in the mirror. My stomach still has a good amount of definition, even though I haven’t beenkeeping up with my training or my exercises.
I was surprised to find that I actually enjoyed training in the mornings. It was a small relief from thestuffiness of Anya’s house. Sometimes, it felt colder inside the castle than it did outside in the snow.
Satisfied with my appearance, I head downstairs. Before I even reach the ground floor, I hear voices.Leo’s and a woman’s. A flash of her blonde hair confirms who it is.
“Well, look who decided to join us for dinner,” Brit remarks with a snake-like smile.
