MADELINE'S POV
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Submerged in a hot bath, I relax as the steam rises, kissing my face with dampness that will rid my pores from the dirt that's probably embedded in my skin. Today was awful, and Atlas is amused by it all. He knocked half an hour ago, but I just drained the water and refilled the bath until my shoulders were submerged, and the temperature was right and I was starting to relax as my body weight became none existent.
"Are you almost done?" Atlas asks, there's a hint of panic in his voice that carries through the thick wooden door. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I swear they could roll from their sockets with how annoyed I am. "Why?" I hiss, the need to sink into the water is there, but it feels wrong. "We aren't done with training for the day." Atlas announces i
