ISABELLA'S POV“Again!” I ordered, pulling at the bands on my wrists, tightening them firmer. Kirill's gaze glided back to Diego’s and then to Lucas’s in a pleading manner, desperate for an escape.“Oh, they won't help you! So I said... again.” I ordered more firmly this time. Kirill launched forward, throwing his arms again. I blocked off a few of his hits before he'd knocked me off, using his feet, kicking it right into my belly, causing me to lose stance, trip, and fall hard against the floor, the pain shooting sharply down to my nerves.“Are you okay, ma'am?” Kirill asked, rushing over to my aid. He'd offered me a hand, raising me back to my feet. I'd groaned a bit before nodding, parting my eyes open.“I'm good. Again,” I ordered. And this time Kirill looked pale as ever, tensed even before pulling off the bands from his wrist.“I can't. You've had enough. You've been pushing yourself the entire week. You've gotten to your limit. We’d take a break,” Kirill explained. But he'd onl
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