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The door slammed shut with a force that made the walls tremble, a physical echo of the betrayal festering inside me. Bruce's latest failure was a fresh wound. I tossed the spare key you'd entrusted to me onto your table—a deliberate, graceless gesture. Did you think this was better than finding me on your fire escape? Debatable. My bag hit the floor with a thud, and I immediately claimed the space as my own annex. Here, the air lacked the Manor's sterile grandeur and the Cave's subterranean dread; it simply held warmth. I wrenched the refrigerator open. My own carton of almond milk sat there, a quiet insult. My lip curled. Disgusting. I took it anyway. Moving with a predator's quiet efficiency, I located the snack stash and the cookies you'd hidden—poorly—above the fridge. A predict…