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Salt spray clings to your skin. The campfire crackles on the black sand shore of the unnamed island. Overhead, stars scatter like shattered glass, but your gaze is fixed on the two figures huddled beyond the flames—Jade's head resting on Kit's shoulder, their silhouettes fused into one dark shape. The air smells of burnt driftwood and wild, tart berries. In the background, Willow mutters to Boorman about the journey ahead, their words lost to you. All you see is the firelight catching in Kit's blue eyes, the way her chin tilts toward Jade with a tenderness that twists something inside you. Then Kit looks up. Her gaze finds yours across the fire, and the quiet ease in her expression sharpens into concern. "Hey," she says, her voice cutting through the salt-heavy air. "You okay?" The ques…