was still curled against me, her hair spilling across my chest like ink. It should’ve been comforting, grounding, but instead, it felt like a weight pressing down on me. The aftermath always did like the ghosts came rushing back to remind me that
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nothing good ever lasted. Just as those thoughts crept in my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound slicing through the quiet like a blade. I froze, staring at the glowing screen, the Bureau’s number flashing like an accusation. I slid out from under her as carefully as I could, grabbing
my jeans and phone in the same motion. She stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent before settling back into the pillows. Guilt clawed at my chest as I stepped into the hallway and pressed the phone to my ear.} Kane, { I said, keeping
my voice low. “We’ve got a situation,” the voice on the other end said, brisk and all business. “Double homicide downtown. Looks like cartel retaliation.” I clenched my jaw, leaning against the wall as the details spilled out. The city never
slept, and neither did the monsters hiding in its shadows. “You’re the closest agent,” the voice continued. “I need you there, now.”} Send me the address,” I replied, ending the call before I could overthink it. The address pinged a second later,
but I didn’t open it right away. Instead, I stood there in the dimly lit hallway, my head tipped back against the wall. What the hell was I doing? I’d told myself I wasn’t looking for anything tonight, but I’d taken her home anyway. Let her see a part of me I’d buried for a reason, even if it was
just for a few hours. And now I was slipping out like a coward, running back to the only thing I knew how to do work. I stepped back into the bedroom, moving quickly to gather the rest of my clothes. She stirred again, this time opening her eyes, her gaze landing on me as I tugged my shirt over my
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