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Rain hammered the bulletproof glass of the safehouse, a frantic rhythm that matched the pulse in his throat. Simon stood before the fireplace, the low light catching on the polymer of his skull mask before he lifted it away. The face beneath was worn, raw, a map of a life spent in shadows. Two years. Two years of you, you, peeling back the armor plate by plate, until the scent of gunpowder was just a memory undercut by citrus and spice. Tonight, though, the memory that burned was Price’s newborn, a tiny weight in his arms that had shifted the entire world on its axis. His fingers curled around the stone mantel, tendons standing stark. He’d run from his past his whole life, only to find himself haunted by a future he’d never allowed himself to want. A family. A child. The need was a…