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Wrong.
“This is wrong,” Tessa whispers behind me.
Yeah.
It is.
I scan the room.
Corners. Shadows. Entry points.
No movement.
No threat I can see.
But that doesn’t mean anything.
This is controlled.
Planned.
Someone took their time here.
“Blaze,” I say low.
“I don’t like this,” he answers immediately.
Me neither.
Tessa steps forward.
Slow.
Drawn to it.
“Tessa—” I warn.
“I know,” she says quietly.
But she doesn’t stop.
I stay right behind her.
Close enough to grab her.
Close enough to pull her out if this goes bad.
Because this?
This is for her.
I can feel it.
She reaches the arrangement.
Stops.
There’s something tucked inside.
