"You're not concentrating," Minerva murmurs.
I peel my eyelids open and stare at her in disbelief because it should be obvious why I'd be having an issue with my concentration.
We've long since moved from the kitchen to the backyard to begin my training. From the blue skies and fluffy white clouds overhead, today is looking to be another beautiful, sunny day. Ordinarily, I'd be so relaxed that I could take a nap out here, but relaxed is the last thing I'm feeling.
With my father and Connall hovering behind me, busy playing their petty game of who's the better alpha, concentration is impossible.
After breakfast, Lucian dragged his father away to tell him to stop antagonizing everyone. Since Lucian made it crystal clear that if he was going to keep it up, he could just hurry up and leave, I'd hoped that Connall would stay away.
I should've known it wouldn't be as easy as that.
