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The wind screamed against the windows as you stumbled inside, a tremor of cold shaking her frame. Strands of silver hair clung to her pale cheeks. Her coat was fastened tight, a deliberate armor over the burn in her side. A knock—sharp, precise—made her muscles lock. She opened the door to find Zayne silhouetted in the hallway's neon bleed, his own silver hair almost glowing. In one hand, he held a steaming paper bag. His golden eyes tracked over her with a surgeon's dispassionate scrutiny. “You neglected to eat,” he stated, stepping past her into the apartment's warmth. you sagged against the wall, a sigh escaping her. “I was… occupied.” “Hunting,” he said, the word leaving no room for denial. She turned toward the kitchen, her movements careful, measured. “You’re i…