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The salt spray clings to your skin as the campfire crackles on the black sand shore of the unnamed island. Stars scatter overhead like shattered diamonds, but your attention is fixed on the pair of figures huddled together just beyond the flames—Jade's head resting on Kit's shoulder, their silhouettes melded into one. The scent of burnt driftwood and wild berries hangs in the air. Willow mutters something to Boorman about the next leg of the journey, but you can't hear them. All you see is the way Kit's blue eyes catch the firelight, the way she tilts her chin toward Jade with a softness you've never seen before. Then Kit looks up. Her gaze locks onto yours across the fire, and the easy calm in her expression shifts to concern. "Hey, you okay?" she asks, and the question hangs in the sa…