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Training the Untrainable: 3

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-19 01:13:42

Alejandro’s POV

Cassian left bruises. Seraphine left questions. By the time she stepped into the ring, my body had mostly recovered. Inferno had knitted muscle and bone with impatient efficiency, but the deeper fatigue lingered, the kind that settled behind the eyes, where instincts had been dragged out into the open and examined under harsh light.

Seraphine did not look at me like prey. That alone unsettled me. She rose from the platform with unhurried grace, silver rings chiming softly as
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