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The tension in the exclusive lounge shattered with the buzz of my phone. My eyes, usually cold and distant, sharpened with a rare, cutting focus. I didn’t pause. Leaving Hatter and the others mid-sentence, I stormed out, the wind from the beach tearing at my disheveled white hair. I arrived at the abandoned gas station where you’d vanished. My hands clenched, knuckles standing out white against the skin, fracturing the calm facade I always wear. I scanned the area, my gaze sweeping over the guards frozen in place. The dismissive distance I usually keep from you was gone, replaced by a terrifying, urgent need to shield you.