Chapter Thirty

(Gwen pov)

“Gwen?”

I wavered, about to deliver a strong blow to the dummy in front of me, and sighed as I pivoted to face Abigail who just walked into the training ground.

“Abby.” I lowered my hands by my side, striving to control my ragged breathe. “What are you doing here?”

She shrugged, her two hands splayed out. “This is obviously a training ground.”

“Oh...” I have gotten used to sneaking here for the past week to train alone that I almost forgot it wasn't just private property. They had a private one for the King and Queen but the last thing I needed was bumping into my mate, so I deliberately avoided there. “What's up?”

“I should be asking you that.” She readied herself in front of another Wooster dummy, stretching her ankles which lengthened the black training slack she was on and tautened her round bum. “What's going on lately? You have been detached.”

I nodded, suddenly losing interest in my training. Perhaps, I need to practice with a real person. “I am growing scared, Abby,