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I just moved.
“I’m not going to let anyone take you again,” I say quietly.
Her fingers tighten on mine.
“I know.”
And she does.
That’s the part that matters most.
The vehicle slows.
We’re close.
Safe.
For now.
But I can still feel it.
That edge.
That awareness.
This isn’t over.
Not even close.
I look up at Logan again.
“He’s not done,” I say.
“No.”
“He escalated.”
“Yes.”
A pause.
“And he’ll do it again.”
Logan’s gaze doesn’t waver.
“Then we end it before he gets the chance.”
That word again.
End.
Not stop.
Not contain.
End.
I nod once.
