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Wind howled as you entered, shaking off cold. Silver hair framed her pale face; a coat buttoned tight hid a searing side wound. A knock tensed her. Zayne stood in the dim hall, silver hair blending with neon glow, holding warm food. His golden eyes scanned her with detached coldness. “You forgot to eat,” he stated, stepping inside smoothly. you sighed, leaning on the wall. “I was busy.” “Hunting.” He knew. She turned to the kitchen, moving carefully. “You’re hurt.” Damn. She faced cabinets. “It’s nothing.” He moved behind her, gloved fingers brushing hair aside. “Take it off.” Her breath hitched. “The coat.” She gripped fabric. “It’s fine.” “Liar.” Silence stretched, space nonexistent. “Let me see.”