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Edwardo's POVI stride back toward the Task Force building, my mind grinding over the accusation in their eyes. I’m so fucking angry I can barely keep it contained. They agreed to let me invite her. Maybe not by name, but let’s be honest. Who else was it ever going to be?They still don’t see what she is. They never have.If she hadn’t mastered the technique as quickly as she did, her leg wouldn’t have shattered. She wouldn’t have tried to stand on the fracture. My thoughts flick back to her face in that moment, focused, determined, not a flicker of pain breaking her concentration. She grasped it faster than anyone I’ve trained. Ever.The five other warriors who’ve reached the breaking stage so far struggled. As expected. They’ll all need multiple rounds before it truly settles into muscle memory. That’s normal. That’s the process.I don’t think Zahra will need another round.At least, she won’t, if they don’t interfere. And I swear to the goddess, I hope they don’t.I shove the door

Zahra's POVMax: Good morning, beautiful. I missed you last night. Hope you slept well. XxxThe text brings an instant smile to my face.Goddess, I missed him last night.My first night back in the Task Force dorms... and I hated it. Despite the bed being infinitely more comfortable than that damn hospital cot, I barely slept. Max spent every night with me while I was there, and the last two, he cuddled me the whole time. Sleeping in his arms is honestly the most restful position I’ve ever found.You’d think being squashed into a hospital bed with one of the biggest guys around would be a nightmare — but for some reason, it wasn’t. Maybe Medus purring me to sleep helped. Whatever it was, last night wasn’t the same without them.I was released yesterday afternoon. The doctor’s thrilled with my progress. The latest bone density scan showed significant improvement, and with the supplements I’m now taking daily — plus all the red meat we’ve been eating — Zanthe has fully repaired my leg.

Zarha's POVI blink up at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. My head feels heavy, like it isn’t fully attached anymore. My vision swims in and out of focus. Somewhere nearby, water drips, the sound slowly seeping into my awareness.Then the memory hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.Hands holding me down. The cloth shoved over my face. The water. Too much water.I whimper.‘Stay strong,’ Zanthe says immediately, her voice cutting through the fog. The steadiness of her presence anchors me.‘How long was I out?’ I ask her.‘Only about five minutes this time. They left a minute later for a break. They’ll be back soon. I’ve already repaired your nose and fingers.’‘Thank you.’Now that she mentions it, I realise the pain I’d been drowning in before is gone.Today has not been fun.Between the waterboarding, the beatings, and the shock therapy, I fucking hate Phase Three. But I haven’t broken.The scrap of paper they handed me at the start flashes through my mind.The dog has eaten th

Xander's POVI can’t shake this mood. Today has been wrong from the moment I woke up, not in any single, obvious way, but like something is sitting under my skin and won’t settle. My emotions keep sliding out of alignment, rising and falling without warning. I feel like my skin is too small, like there’s too much feeling packed inside me with nowhere for it to go. I’m restless, keyed up, irritated by nothing and everything all at once. I don’t even know how to describe it properly. I just feel off.I glance across the table and catch the movement as Lincoln rolls his shoulders, a small, unconscious gesture like he’s trying to loosen tension that refuses to let go. I don’t think I’m the only one feeling off today.Max is pushing his food around his plate, barely eating. And of course, I notice that, because I’ve barely managed to keep my eyes off him for days now. I hate myself for it, but it doesn’t change the fact that my attention keeps drifting back to him, like a bruise I can’t st

Xander's POVWe don’t say much as we walk her back. Max keeps his arm around her shoulders, guiding her gently like he’s afraid she might fall apart if he lets go. As we move through the trees toward camp, some of the tension slowly drains out of her. The harsh edge of her sobbing is gone; what’s left is the wreckage of it. Her face is still swollen, eyes stained red, but her breathing has eased into something closer to steady.Oscar falls into step beside me. Lincoln trails behind, quiet and watchful. The four of us form a loose shield around her as we head toward camp.When we reach the cabin area, the fire pit is already lit. Sparks snap into the air as someone adds another log, and the warm glow spills out across the dark grass. It smells like woodsmoke and pine, the low murmur of voices drifting around the fire. The whole scene settles over me in a way that feels safe and familiar.Zahra veers toward the flames and we follow. She doesn’t speak, just sinks onto the nearest log and