** Freya’s Point of View **
The next day of training is going much better. Joel is keeping his distance from me, barely even looking in my direction unless absolutely necessary, which I suspect is because of Jasmine, who I have caught checking on him from a distance at least four times since we got here. Knowing the pair are clearly having some issues makes me feel a little happier, although I’ll never admit that out loud.
I call my group to stop their sparring so we can stretch before we break for dinner.
“Damn, you are looking fine for a dead girl, Killer,” a voice says from behind me as I curl into a cat stretch.
I lift my head and turn so fast that I almost give myself whiplash.
“Junior!” I gasp, unable to believe what I’m seeing as he looks back at me with a cocky grin.
“The one
