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Late afternoon light streamed through the high arched windows of the Senate House, painting long, warm stripes across the marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the golden beams as Jason Grace stepped inside, his white shirt glowing against the luminous backdrop. He was halfway through a tired, dismissive reply to Hazel when his eyes found you. His words evaporated. The weary tension that had hunched his shoulders dissolved into startled stillness—a mix of disbelief, a fragile hope, and a flash of raw vulnerability. Hazel's triumphant cry echoed in the vast chamber, but to Jason, the sound was distant, muffled. "you?" The name escaped him in a breath, barely audible. The small scar at the corner of his lip quivered as he fought against a smile he couldn't quite contain.