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I step forward again.
Back into it.
Not smaller.
Not quieter.
Present.
“He’s going to escalate,” I say, voice steady.
“Yes,” Logan replies.
“He’ll refine the pressure. Make it harder to detect.”
“Yes.”
I glance at him.
Then say it anyway.
“Stay close.”
It’s not a request.
Not really.
It’s… something else.
His answer is immediate.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I believe him.
Not because I need to.
Because he’s already proven it.
And as I turn back to the table, re-engaging, letting my voice hold at its natural level, not lowering, not adjusting—
I feel it again.
That pressure.
Faint.
Lingering.
Waiting.
Sentinel isn’t done.
He’s just getting more precise.
But this time—
I know what he’s aiming for.
