Chapter

"Teacher?" I asked him, confused. Was he the one who teaches Olive? As if he could read my mind he answered, "Yeah, I'm Olive's teacher." I nearly face palmed myself in front of him. "So, you're going to teach me?" "Who else would?" He asked, and smirked. I fought back the urge to groan and to complain. Edmond is so full of himself. The way he stares at me confidently across the table and just drag me across the mansion without looking if I'm comfortable or not proves that he's a guy I don't want to mess with. He's full of troubles. He's a happy go lucky guy and I don't want to be anywhere near him. "No need. I could train myself," I retorted instead. He chuckled, like everyone he didn't believe in me. "Okay then. Show me what you got." He walked towards the middle of the clearing and stretched his limbs for warm up. "Go on and do your warm up. You will be too surprised to see the strength that I'm hiding." I thought boastfully. "What's in it for me?" I challenged him. His smirk went w