My heart is racing. I shouldn’t be here. If anyone finds me—finds us—it’s over.Then I hear him. His voice cuts through the darkness like a blade. You shouldn’t have come. I turn. He’s standing at the end of the corridor, half-hidden in the shadows. His eyes—cold steel and fire—lock onto mine. I swallow hard. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. And yet, here we are.
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