Chapter 46-Amara

Training, sleeping, and trying to eat. That’s what the last week has consisted of. Nothing but toast and peanut butter has appealed to me. Roman at least went and got an herbal ginger tea from Blair, so I’m not nauseous all the time from the anxiety.

Anxiety is eating at me; I jump and call my twin blades or dagger to my hand when I hear any kind of noise, thinking it’s the alarms signaling an invasion. It makes me want to train more, and I’m already training morning to night with my dad, Azrael, and Aylin here. I even sparred with Roman and Seth a couple times when I was still feeling restless after training all day. Then, I crawl into bed and fall right asleep, sometimes even without a shower or without Roman there. The last time we even had sex was in the shower while we were in the Underworld.

I’ve barely talked to Tamisra either; she’s unusually sleepy. Even when I’m training, she’s snoring in my head, and I have to block her out. Something is up; I’ve had anxiety since my pare