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“What?” I murmur.
“Nothing.”
“…Lord, I am trying…”
I almost miss it.
Almost.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Sounded like you’re negotiating.”
“I am.”
“With who?”
She lifts her chin slightly.
“None of your business.”
I huff a quiet breath.
Fair enough.
A loud crunch outside.
Too close.
I move fast—grab her again and pull her deeper into the structure.
There’s a recessed section in the wall—barely noticeable.
Even smaller than the last place.
We squeeze in.
And now—
There’s no space at all.
Her back hits the wall.
My body blocks her from view.
My hands brace on either side of her.
Caging her in.
Not intentional.
Not entirely.
Her breath catches.
So does mine.
