Chapter 133

• Kenzo finally put me at ease by slipping on a pair of sweatpants from his training locker. I could manage him being shirtless, and I didn’t push him to cover up—at least not until we dealt with the nasty cut I’d left on the nape of his neck.
• "I'm sorry," I murmured for what felt like the hundredth time.
• "Enough, Thalassa," Kenzo frowned. "I didn’t take it easy on you either, and that’s how it should be. Besides, I heal fast," he added with a cocky smirk before messaging Hazel, summoning her to patch us up.