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He collapses beside her.
Too close.
Still too close.
I grab him—rip him away from her—throw him aside like he weighs nothing.
“Are you hurt?” I demand.
She stares up at me.
Breathing hard.
Eyes wide—
Not scared.
Not weak.
Just—
Shaken.
“I’m fine,” she says.
Liar.
I drop to one knee beside her, checking her arms, her shoulders—
Too rough.
Too fast.
Too—
Personal.
“He had you pinned,” I say, voice tight.
“I had a plan.”
“You were seconds from losing.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
Silence.
Sharp.
Charged.
She glares at me.
Furious.
Alive.
