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Training Day 1

Author: Winnie_D_Pooh
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CHAPTER 63

~Arianna’s POV~

I did not bother arguing when Damon said we should train. All I wanted was a way to survive two weeks from now. If whatever he had planned for me could do it. Then, so be it.

Damon led me down a long hallway, past some offices and through a heavy steel door at the back of the penthouse.

The moment we stepped inside, my breath hitched.

The room was massive—a full-blown training facility. Dim overhead lights cast long shadows over the walls, filled with rows of weapons. Silver daggers. Guns with silver bullets. Chains, cuffs, throwing stars, and even an entire wall of swords.

I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a training room.

This felt like a war zone.

Damon strode toward the center without a second glance at the weapons. “Your gear,” he said, tossing something at me.

I caught it clumsily, looking down to find a pair of black leather trousers, a bralette, a tank top, and a simple hair tie.

I arched a brow. “Seriously?”

Damon smirked. “You’l
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