Everything accelerates again.
Controlled chaos.
Exactly how it needs to be.
I stay where I am.
Watching.
Ready.
Because this—
This is her fight now.
And I trust her to win it.
But if she doesn’t—
If this goes sideways—
I step in.
No hesitation.
No second chances.
Hannah exhales slowly, steadying herself for half a second—
Then goes right back to work.
Like the pain she’s in doesn’t exist.
Like the bruises don’t matter.
Like nothing matters—
Except him.
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Hannah
There’s blood on my hands.
Not new.
Not shocking.
Not even unusual.
But this—
This feels different.
“Clamp,” I snap, holding pressure against Clay’s side as another wave of blood seeps through the gauze.
Too much.
