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Chapter 87
Nikolai I step into the gym room, where King is laying into a punching bag like it owes him money. He's shirtless, his sweat-drenched muscles flexing with every punishing blow. The tension rolling off him is suffocating. "You good?" I ask, pulling off my own shirt as I step closer, steadying the bag for him. His raw knuckles strike the bag with a precision that screams rage, frustration, and something deeper. King doesn't look at me, his jaw tightening as he lands another hit. "Fine," he mutters, but the way his fists keep hammering the bag tells otherwise. Gray filled me in on everything that happened tonight. Alyssa saw Logan—and War. She knows now. Everything about her past. When they got home, she didn't say much, just crawled between Mason and me and clung to us until sleep fin
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