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The air in the basement grew heavy and still after the others filed out, leaving only the two of us. My gaze followed Will, a bitter knot of jealousy tightening in my chest with every step he took toward the door. I couldn't watch him walk away—not again. As he turned, my hand darted out and seized his wrist, my fingers circling it with a firm but careful pressure. The hallway fell into a breathless silence. I stared up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs, all the raw, aching envy I'd been hiding laid bare in my trembling voice.