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Charged.
Then—
he steps closer.
Close enough I can see every detail in his eyes.
“You’re not walking out of here,” he says quietly.
I smile.
Slow.
Deliberate.
“Neither are you.”
That—
That earns something.
A real reaction.
Not fear.
Interest.
“Is that confidence,” he asks,
“or a bluff?”
I lean back slightly against the restraints.
Relaxed.
Even now.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
He studies me for a long moment.
Then—
he nods once.
“To be continued,” he says.
And turns away.
The door shuts behind him.
The guards remain.
Watching.
Waiting.
I close my eyes again.
