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The mood.
The look in his eyes.
All of it.
Because Beast realized something.
Not guessed.
Not suspected.
Realized.
I was afraid of Gerald.
Not nervous.
Not uncomfortable.
Afraid.
For one long moment, nobody spoke.
Then Beast took another step forward.
And his voice came out calm.
Dangerously calm.
"You need to leave."
Gerald looked at him.
Then at me.
Then back at Beast.
The calculation was obvious.
He knew he'd lost.
At least today.
His jaw tightened.
"I'll be back."
The words hung in the air.
Wrong.
Threatening.
Ugly.
Beast's expression never changed.
"Don't."
