THANE'S POV:
The days blurred into each other. Pain became my religion, and the gym my cathedral.
Every morning at five-thirty sharp, I punished my body until sweat stung my eyes and my muscles screamed for mercy. If I kept moving, if I pushed my body beyond breaking, I didn’t have to think.
Not about her.
Madison came and went like a ghost in my periphery. Always professional. Always careful. And I matched her.
"Miss Wallace." That’s what I called her now. Cold. Detached.
She'd made her choice that night on her porch. The image of her in another man's arms was burned into my retinas like staring into the sun.
I kept our sessions short and efficient. No lingering conversations, avoided shadows where it would just be us. Every word I said to her was a clipped syllable. Every glance w
