Something else.
Something tighter.
Clay’s expression shifts slightly.
Just for a second.
Then—
“Working on it,” he mutters.
Hannah straightens.
Steps back.
But not far.
Never far.
I glance at Lucas.
He meets my eyes.
Raises a brow.
Yeah.
He sees it too.
Everyone does.
This?
This is going to get interesting.
Fast.
I settle back into my seat, still holding Olivia’s hand.
Watching the team.
Watching the dynamics shift.
Because we made it out.
We got them safe.
But the aftermath?
That’s where things start to change.
And something tells me—
We’re just getting started.
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