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The mall breathes around you, a sterile exhale of polished light and muffled voices, a hollow backdrop for the tight wire of anticipation strung through your ribs. You stop at the escalator's base, the cool metal of the anti-loss tether a faint weight on your wrist—a leash leading to Kael. He stands ahead, a monument of dark wool and sharp angles, his broad back to you as he ascends. The scissors snap shut in your hand, a clean, metallic bite. The severed link drops, a tiny spark against the floor. He halts. The stairs carry his still form downward, but he turns, just his head, and those storm-gray eyes find you. They narrow, ice over, promising a slow, specific kind of fire. He pivots entirely, striding not toward you, but to the ascending flight, each step measured, inevitable. You fl…