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Not loud enough to trigger anyone else.
But I hear it.
So does Logan.
Our heads turn at the exact same time.
Inside.
Tessa.
My pulse doesn’t spike.
Itlocks.
Because now—
Now I understand.
“They didn’t come for us,” I say.
Logan’s already moving.
Fast.
Controlled.
Deadly.
“No,” he says.
My stomach drops.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Clarity.
“They made us step away.”
From her.
From the one thing we said we wouldn’t.
The one thing we locked down.
The one thing—
“Tessa,” I breathe.
We’re already moving.
Too fast.
Too late.
The hallway is wrong the second we hit it.
