It doesn’t feel like control.
It feels like stepping into something we may not walk out of.
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Sentinel
They took the bait.
Of course they did.
Sentinel doesn’t need confirmation.
He knows.
Still, he watches the feed as it flickers to life—grainy, distant, pulled from a camera no one else would think to look for.
Scout and Logan.
Moving.
Together.
Always together now.
His gaze sharpens slightly at that.
Not irritation.
Not anger.
Recognition.
“They didn’t hesitate,” the man beside him says.
Sentinel doesn’t look at him.
“No,” he replies calmly. “She did.”
A pause.
The man frowns. “I didn’t see—”
“You wouldn’t.”
Because it wasn’t visible.
Not to anyone who doesn’t understand how she thinks.
But Sentinel does.
He saw it.
That fraction of a second at the door.
That moment where instinct and logic collided.
Where she almost chose differently.
