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“And whoever does—”
“They just lit the fuse,” I finish.
Because this?
This isn’t random.
This is connected.
Not Kade.
But the same world.
The same shadows.
Lark studies the screen.
“This wasn’t him,” she says.
“No,” I reply.
“But it smells like where he lived.”
Aaron and I lock eyes.
Understanding passes without words.
“We’re not touching it,” he says. “Not yet.”
Smart.
Strategic.
Correct.
I smile anyway.
No humor in it.
“Yeah,” I say.
A beat.
“But I am.”
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Lark
Location: Coastal House
Time: Night
The ocean is louder tonight.
Or maybe—
it’s just me.
