11. Chapter 11
"Ariella, do you like Harry?" My little sister questioned, catching me off guard.
"Do I like Harry? No, where would you come up with such a question?" I asked her, still shocked by her question.
"I don't know, it's just, you’re always around him," she said with a shrug.
"Look baby, he's helping me with something, something very important. I promise you I do not like harry," I firmly stated. She only nodded her head before running out the door.
And although the thought of her running down the palace halls alone terrifies me; I know I can't lock her up in a room all day. But the thing is, there are things in this castle. Things a six year old shouldn't see. Or anyone for that matter.
"Hey Ariella, ready for your training?" Harry questioned, as he walked into the room.
"Training? What training?" I questioned confused.
"Your training. You can't possibly go out and defeat an entire kingdom without training. Plus, you’re as weak as can be," he said, sending me a wink.
"Weak? How am I weak?" I asked shocked. I am not weak! I'm anything but weak. Growing up we didn't depend on others to do our hard work. We did it ourselves. And that includes lifting heavy boxes for miles.
"You may be strong for a human but that's not going to cut it to take out an entire vampire army,” he replied with a smirk. Damn, I hate it when he’s right.
“Well first, you might want to change,” he said, and I nodded before shoving him out of the room.
“So I can’t stay and watch?” He called from the other side of the door. I only sighed and shook my head and quickly threw on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.
“Alright, what's first?” I questioned, causing him to smirk.
"So, what's first?"