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Griffin stays exactly where he is.

We lower her gradually, transferring weight back to her body in stages instead of pretending gravity deserves to have her all at once. The blindfold stays in place until she is fully supported and Micah has one hand at her side.

Only then do I remove it.

Her eyes open slowly and struggle to focus.

She finds me first.

Then Micah.

Griffin.

Dex.

All four of us.

“Hi,” she whispers.

Griffin laughs softly.

I crouch in front of her because making her look up at me right now serves no purpose.

“Stay with me for another minute. Anything numb?”

She thinks before answering. “No.”

“Tingling or anything electrical?”

“No.”

“Fingers?”

She flexes them.

“Good.”

“Toes?”

Another deliberate movement.

“Good.”

Griffin checks his phone. “Sugar's steady.”

That removes the last variable I was actively concerned about.

Cami sways slightly when she tries to shift her weight, and Micah catches one side while Griffin takes the other.

Her feet are on the floor again.

The suspension is finished.

The scene isn't.

Chapter fifty-four

Concentration Check