Dante's POV
"Take deep breathes," I urged Nathan as he was bent over, wetness in his irises as his body shook with each breath. His hair was sticking to the skin of his face and it appeared he was about to pass out.
We were in the in-house gym and I was trying to teach the lad how to improve his skills and defense. After Tanya had introduced me to the twins, I felt a certain need to protect and help them.
It was weird at first but as days passed I let myself accept the feeling and harness it. I had begun to see what Tanya talked about in them since I returned from Spain.
I admired their pain tolerance and perseverance despite it stirring my worry as to why teens at that age could bear that much. Shaking my head, I returned my attention to the bent-over blonde boy in a red tank top and matching sweatpants with black Addidas sneakers which I got him the previous day as I noticed his former ones were busted.
