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19. Edge Of Danger
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2025-12-13 23:18:22The streets below the flower shop buzzed with the usual mid-afternoon crowd, but Elara felt every step echo with unease. Her phone had been buzzing nonstop Adrian checking in, sending instructions, insisting she remain alert.
She tried to steady her breathing, reminding herself that she was capable, that she could handle danger. After all, she had faced Lydia’s threats before. But today… something felt different. A van stopped across the street. Too sudden, too still. Elara froze. A man stepped out, his movements careful but deliberate. Her stomach dropped. Her instincts screamed: this wasn’t random. She tried to step back toward the shop, but the man moved faster, cutting her off. Panic surged through her. Her mind raced, thinking of every exit, every possible escape. “Hey!” she shouted, hoping someone nearby would notice. No one did. The street felt empty, even though the city thrummed all around her. Then she felt hands grab her arms from behind. She twisted sharply, heart hammering, managing to push him back. He stumbled but didn’t let go. Elara kicked, twisted, and ducked, using every ounce of her strength and training from self-defense lessons Adrian had insisted she take. She barely managed to break free and sprinted back into the flower shop. She slammed the door behind her, locking it, and collapsed against it, shaking. Her breath came in sharp bursts. Adrian’s voice thundered in her earpiece. “Elara! Are you okay?! What happened?!” “I… I almost…” Her voice trembled. “I almost got grabbed!” “Stay put!” Adrian barked. “Do not leave that shop for a second. I’m on my way. Nobody touches you, understood?” “Yes!” she gasped, pressing herself against the counter, trying to calm down. Minutes stretched like hours. Every noise outside the honk of a horn, a passerby’s shout made her flinch. And then she heard it: faint footsteps pacing the sidewalk outside. She peeked cautiously through the blinds. A figure lingered, watching. Lydia? She couldn’t tell. But the sense of menace was enough to send shivers down her spine. Finally, Adrian arrived in a blur of movement, his car screeching to a stop. He stormed into the shop, eyes scanning for threats, fists clenched, every muscle taut. “Elara!” he called, rushing to her side. She looked up, relief and terror collided in her chest. “I’m okay,” she said shakily, “but someone tried to grab me!” Adrian’s eyes darkened, and he moved to the door, opening it. The street was empty, save for a black van speeding away around the corner. He returned his gaze to her, stormy, protective, impossibly intense. “You are never stepping outside alone again without me.” Elara felt a flush of fear and something hotter frustration, thrill, and a flutter in her chest at his possessiveness. “I can handle myself,” she protested softly, though her knees trembled. “You think you can,” he said, voice low, almost growling. “And I know you can. But I won’t risk it. Not with her.” Her pulse raced not just from the near attack but from the intensity. She realized then that danger wasn’t just Lydia. It was from the way Adrian made her feel alive, terrified, and protected all at once. Before she could respond, a new message buzzed on her phone. She glanced at it, and her stomach dropped. A photo. Her flower shop. Empty. But the front door was ajar. And standing in the shadow just outside… a silhouette she recognized all too well. Lydia. Adrian saw it too. His face hardened. “She’s bold now,” he muttered, voice tight. “And she’s coming closer.” Elara’s heart pounded. “Then… what do we do?” He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face with the gentlest, almost intimate, almost dangerous. “We stay alive. And we fight smart. Together. No mistakes.” She nodded, gripping his hand. “Together,” she whispered. And somewhere across the city, Lydia’s smile widened. She wasn’t done. But Elara had survived. And that survival had given her a fire strength she hadn’t realized she possessed. The game was far from over, but for the first time, Elara knew she could face it.
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