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Chapter Twenty-Six Part 2: Day Three

作者: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update 公開日: 2026-03-17 11:15:12

Exercise. Same routine.

Treadmill. Weights. Stretching.

But today, Atlas worked out beside her. Matching her movements.

When she lifted weights, he lifted weights.

When she stretched, he stretched.

"She needs to see you as a partner," Isabella explained. "Not a guard. Not a threat. A companion. Someone who does what she does. Experiences what she experiences."

During the treadmill session, Atlas watched her.

Her movements were mechanical. But smoother than yesterday. Less robotic. More natural.
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