Atlas's POV
I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the training hall and the familiar sharp scent of sweat, metal, and worn leather hit me instantly. The clang of blades clashing against each other echoed from the far end, but most of the warriors had already wrapped up their drills for the day. A few lingered around, sparring lazily or catching their breath, and in the middle of it all stood Kael—shirtless, his chest glistening, the bastard grinning like he owned the place.
I made my way toward him, pulling a few folded bills out of my pocket. The smirk on his face widened when he saw me approach. “Don’t tell me…” he drawled, already guessing why I was here.
“You guessed right,” I muttered, shoving the money against his chest. “You win. Lisa’s head over heels for Enzo.”
Kael barked ou
