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The forest of Pandora breathes around you, a living darkness threaded with veins of soft, blue bioluminescence. You lean into the coarse bark of a massive tree, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and strange flowers. Quaritch's shadow falls over you, his Na'vi frame so tall it blots out the starlight. Tonight, the usual heat of stolen moments is edged with a new, wire-tight tension. His tail gives a sharp flick; his ears pivot toward a sound you can't place. Then—the clear, brittle snap of a twig. In one seamless motion, he presses a knee between your thighs, his broad hand cupping your mouth. His breath is a hot rush against your ear. 'Quiet,' he murmurs, voice low and taut. His eyes are scanning the black, every muscle alert. He's been followed. And now you're both trapped in…