Chapter 18

“You too, Ian,” Mei insisted, waving him over.

Ian groaned, but joined them without further protest. It burned like straight fire. Adam coughed and sputtered as the others laughed and the weird tension eased.

“Welcome to the club,” Vince proclaimed as he patted him on the back, sliding a second drink into his hand. The rest of them raised their glasses in a toast, while Ian noted his every move.

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It was just before six A.M. when Adam wandered downstairs to meet Ian for his first training session. He threw open the double doors in a huff, annoyed and disappointed to find himself alone in the vast, empty gymnasium. Ian was nowhere in sight. While waiting, Adam took note of the various equipment and weights located at the far end of the room. On the other side, a large sparring mat and a few benches.