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... stinct twitched. His right hip rotated too far, his knee almost lifted for a kick. Other times, his elbow wanted to follow through the punch. Years of MMA muscle memory bleeding into something that no longer allowed it.
He caught himself again, shaking his head with a frustrated chuckle. "Seems I have to get used to this."
"You're goddamn right."
The deep voice came from behind him. Damon turned, startled, towel in hand, and froze. Standing beside Victor was none other th ...
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