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CHAPTER XVIII

Lyaks’ P.O.V

I join Gabriel in the training grounds where we practice for over four hours without rest. I have a feeling that is pushing me right now. I am getting quite good with my hands and legs that my punch is getting somewhere near Gabriel.

He offers me a bottle of water as I cool down on the ground.

"Thanks," I murmur.

After gulping half of the water down, I raise my eyes to Gabriel.

He is drinking his water now but I am having the best view of my life.

His grey shirt is clinging to his biceps, torso and back due to sweat. Could a man be this built? The way his Adam's apple is bobbing up and down as he gulps the water, his chiseled face and hair failing to the back with the way his head is slig

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