Bab 304: 304- Greek God

(One year later: After Rafael's death)

Making a pout, Talia woke up and stretched her body in bed. She yawned loudly but then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth when she sensed a presence right outside the room through the open door.

She blinked and completely changed sides propping herself on her elbow until her eyes fixed on the man right outside her house. He was at it again. 

Barefoot.

Muscles straining as he lowered himself into another pushup. His body had changed so much ever since they found him one year back by the shores of Ashoa River.

He was unconscious and barely breathing.

Every morning it was the same. After a few sets of push-ups, he would jump straight into squats. The way his legs used to bend effortlessly; each motion showed the strength he had built in such a short time. 

Without a break he would move to lunges, alternating his legs with expertise.