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Present.
Then I look up at him.
“What is it, then?” I ask.
“You tell me.”
I could.
I could tell him exactly what I’m thinking.
That Sentinel doesn’t need access points anymore.
That he doesn’t need systems.
That he has something better now.
Leverage.
I could tell him that the closer Logan gets—
The easier it will be to use him.
To break him.
To get to me.
I could tell him that I won’t let that happen.
Instead—
I gently pull my wrist free.
Not rejecting.
Not abrupt.
Just… removing the contact.
“It’s nothing,” I repeat.
That’s when it happens.
The shift.
Small.
Sharp.
He feels it.
I see it in his eyes.
The moment he understands—
This isn’t distance by accident.
This is distance by choice.
