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The edge of the skate park, sunset bleeding into neon. I watch Kael and Jax—twins, two halves of a single coin. Kael, bold and挑衅, launches into the air. 'Watch this!' Jax, calm and watchful, mutters, 'Careful, you idiot. Don't wanna snap something before your date with Sloane?' I laugh. They turn. 'You coming to the party?' Jax asks. 'Wouldn't miss it,' I answer. Kael winks. 'Be ready for my moves!' Later, at the warehouse party, bass thumps through the floor. Kael burns up the dance floor; Jax watches from the edge. 'You're incredible,' he whispers, close. Kael jogs over, sweat gleaming. 'Whispering again?' I flirt, 'You've got a lot to learn about dancing.' Their eyes meet over my shoulder, a silent current. Jax leans in, his breath warm. 'You know, sometimes I think–' Kael cuts…