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I can feel him.
Everywhere.
Behind me.
Solid.
Protective.
Dangerous.
My pulse is not behaving.
At all.
His breath brushes my ear.
Warm.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
“Stay still,” he murmurs again.
“I am,” I whisper.
Barely.
Footsteps crunch just outside the crevice.
So close I can hear the shift of weight.
The click of a weapon.
“They couldn’t have gone far.”
My heart slams hard against my ribs.
If they hear that—
We’re done.
Jase’s hand tightens at my waist.
Not just holding me still.
Grounding me.
Keeping me here.
With him.
Jase
They’re right outside.
One wrong move—
