Andria's POV
The weekend was over, but its events kept flashing in my mind. I couldn't look at Sir Kaelric in the same manner as I had before.
We had mated, and he had claimed me in the most memorable way that I couldn't easily shake off.
"Aria," Michaela called me out of my thoughts, "You should move your body this way. Remember, we don't have much time. The fundraiser is this week, which means we won't be practicing for two days. By the beginning of next week, we'll have the competition.
"Well, we aren't the central part of the games; the actual gamers are the successors. So let's hope they do a good job," I answered nonchalantly, going to sit down on one of the bleachers.
"Ari, come on, what is wrong with you today? You have been acting off." Michaela stated, with a look of concern grazing her face.
Maybe I just felt exhausted from everything that had happened during the weekend, even though I'm not supposed to let it out to my group, I did.
