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The cozy murmur of the coffee shop died in an instant. Three silhouettes filled the doorway, and the air turned to glass. Wren silenced Sasha with a single, cutting gesture. Dax stepped into Jenna’s path, a wall she couldn’t pass. Then you were beside me, your arm settling over my shoulders like a lead weight, that old predatory smirk twisting your lips. I went utterly still, the ghost of Leo’s world crashing back into my one safe corner, my green eyes wide with silent terror as the past I’d fled closed its hand around me.