Ella's POV

"Ella, out." Dad shouted from outside where I was to have my trainings.

I frowned as I stepped out of the house. Hadn't he said the training was to start by ten, an hour after breakfast? Why was he shouting for me to come out so persistently when I wasn't late? I shook my head as I moved forward. He could be funny at times.

Kevin ran out to meet me and pulled me back by my hand, his face covered in worry. I smiled at the sight of him. He was ...