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No comment.
No movement.
No trigger.
And yet—
I felt it.
“I don’t like this,” I add.
“Good,” Logan replies. “That means it’s real.”
I glance at him.
“You think this is him.”
“I know it is.”
A beat.
“Talk to me.”
I hesitate.
There it is again.
That split second.
That pause between instinct and action.
I’ve never had that before.
Not like this.
“It’s not what he’s doing,” I say slowly.
“It’s what I’m doing.”
Logan’s attention sharpens.
“Explain.”
I swallow once.
“I’m second-guessing movement,” I say. “Positioning. Engagement.”
A pause.
“Proximity.”
The word hangs between us.
Heavy.
Real.
Logan doesn’t move.
