Reynolds pov
My muscles strained under the weight, each lift sending sharp pulses through my arms as the veins on my forearms stood out like battle scars. I could feel the raw power of my anger surging with every rep. Drops of sweat traced slow, deliberate paths down my temples, landing on the mat with a soft, constant thud—a quiet testament to my inner storm.
Before I could lose myself completely in the effort, a familiar voice cut through the silence. “You only gonna hurt your muscles even more if you continue,” it said. Irritation flared, and I reluctantly set down the weight. My eyes flicked toward Thea, whose presence seemed to ignite my simmering fury even further. I reached for the water bottle in front of her without sparing her even a passing glance.
“You can’t ignore me foreve
