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I push up—
Vision blurs—
Body protests—
Don’t care.
Don’t feel it.
Don’t stop.
“You let her go,” I growl.
The words don’t even sound like mine.
Too rough.
Too raw.
Too dangerous.
Mila
He’s moving.
He shouldn’t be—
But he is.
And something in his expression—
Something dark—
Somethinguncontrolled—
It makes even the man holding me hesitate.
“Stay back!” the guy shouts, tightening his grip.
Jase doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t slow.
Doesn’t even blink.
“You don’t want to do this,” the man warns.
Jase tilts his head slightly.
And for the first time—
I see it.
Not calm.
Not control.
Not strategy.
