Nina For a few moments, the frenetic whirling and buzzing that I had grown so used to over the past year filled all of my senses. But, after the briefest of moments, it was over—and I was met instead with the sound of birds chirping, fountains running, and the soft summer breeze blowing across m
Nina “Ouch. Shit.” Matt winced as I dabbed at his bloody nose. He must have burst a small blood vessel during the training, because he had suddenly begun gushing out of nowhere. And although he was on the mend following Enzo’s outburst the other day, he was clearly still in a good amount of pain
“Ah. A taste of your own medicine for once,” I said with a laugh. “I’m jealous, though.” “Why?” I shrugged. “I dunno. I’d like to join in on the training, at least a little bit, but… apparently being a few months pregnant and a princess means I can’t do anything.” Enzo sighed softly. “You know
Nina The morning mist settled over the lawn, cool and refreshing against my warm skin. With a yawn, I watched as the others lined up on the grass, and I listened as my father’s commanding voice called out today’s orders. “This morning, we’re going to start with circuits instead of a run,” he sai
Nina My mother pushed open the large double doors, revealing the library. With the walls lined with seemingly impossibly high bookshelves, a glass ceiling and tall stained glass windows, it almost felt as if I was walking into something out of a fairytale. “What did you want to bring me in here
Nina Matt and I stepped back to look down at our handiwork. A small picnic blanket, situated under a rustling tree, looked back up at us. On it sat a bottle of wine, some chocolates, a few flickering candles, and scattered around were pink petals that we had plucked from some of the flowers in the
Enzo I couldn’t explain it. I wasn’t much of a jealous type, especially when it came to Matt or any of the other guys in the group. But when I saw them hugging beneath that candlelit tree outside the mansion, and when I saw the way they stepped closer to each other and their fingers brushed, I f
As I sat there, picturing this scenario in my mind, I looked down at my palm. The cuts from when I had shattered that glass were healed by now, but it felt as if they were still there sometimes. I had scared her that night. Hell, I had scared her when she found me beating the shit out of Matt. And