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One second I’m being dragged—
The next—
I’m free.
And Jase is standing in front of me like a wall.
Breathing hard.
Swaying slightly.
Bleeding.
But still—
Standing.
“You okay?” he asks.
Like nothing just happened.
Like he didn’t just—
“I’m fine,” I say quickly.
Then sharper—
“You’re not.”
Jase
Yeah.
That’s fair.
The world tilts slightly.
Not great.
Definitely not great.
But she’s safe.
That’s what matters.
“Still here,” I mutter.
“Barely,” she shoots back, grabbing me before I can lose my balance.
Her hands are steady.
Strong.
Anchoring me.
“You shouldn’t have moved like that,” she says.
“Didn’t have a choice.”
