Olivia was still contemplating what her decision would be. Right now, training under the merciless Stefan Danmonwalk seemed to be the best option for her to grow stronger.
While she was still in her thoughts, the door clicked open.
"I said I'll decide tomorrow," she said without turning to see who was at the door.
"And what are you deciding tomorrow?" Lucian's voice echoed from behind her.
Hearing his voice, her heart skipped a beat, but on the outside, she maintained a nonchalant expression, cold and fierce.
"You brought me here, thank you."
"There is no need to mention that. I went over to Abigail's to request her help," he said with warmth in his eyes, walking closer to her.
"Oh, thank you."
"I heard you fought in the pit today. Are you looking for death? Why are you so reckless?"
Olivia's gaze met with his. She wanted to ask, how was that his business? He didn't need to worry or be mad at her for doing whatever she had done. It's her life.
