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The door clicks softly behind me.
Silence.
Finally.
I close my eyes for a second.
Just one.
But even then—
I feel him.
Before I hear him.
Before he speaks.
Jase.
“Running already?” his voice comes low from behind me.
I don’t turn right away.
“Just getting ahead of you,” I murmur.
A quiet huff of amusement.
Closer now.
“Not a chance.”
I open my eyes.
Turn.
And there he is.
Still bleeding.
Still injured.
Still standing like nothing could take him down.
It should annoy me.
It does.
But not enough.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting down?” I ask.
He shrugs slightly.
Regret flickers across his face for half a second.
Yeah.
That hurt.
