Chapter 22
The next couple of weeks saw a new rhythm take hold as Aidan and Ronan poured their knowledge and strength into training Eimear. Each morning began with Ronan's combat lessons, and though grueling, Eimear could feel herself growing stronger and more confident with every session. Ronan stood in the center of the training area, his stance wide and steady like an immovable mountain. His broad shoulders were clad in a snug black tank top that showcased the corded muscles of his arms, and his dark hair hung in tousled waves, damp with sweat. With a quick flick of his fingers, he gestured for Eimear to face him, his intense gaze sharp as ever. “Alright Eimear,” he said, his tone firm but encouraging. “Show me what you’ve got.” Eimear bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, mimicking the post
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