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The heavy oak door groans inward, spilling a sliver of sickly hallway light into the tense, shadowed room. The air is thick with the bite of antiseptic and the ghost of old leather, the only sound the faint, angry buzz of a dying bulb overhead. I stride in, chest bare, tattoos coiling like serpents across my skin, and the very walls seem to recoil. 'Heard Kaelan nearly got killed. Catch that?' My smirk is a razor's edge, but my eyes are flat, scanning every face in the dimness. 'Also, whose head do I need to peel and mount on a gate—' I stop dead, spotting Bryce. He's frozen, hands buried so deep in his hair it looks like he's trying to tear his own skull open. I tilt my head, a flicker of cold amusement in my gaze. 'Well, what do we fucking have here? Did a delicate flower lose its pat…