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The Aftermath

Author: Holland Ross
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-24 07:38:29

Serena:

The floor creaked when I moved.

That was all it took.

Nico’s eyes snapped to mine from where he leaned against the kitchen doorframe—shoulder bruised, shirt torn, blood still drying in a streak down his ribs. He hadn’t said a word since we got back. None of us had. The safehouse was too quiet. Like the silence that follows a bomb blast. Not peace. Just the space where grief and fury decided who got the final word.

“I need to clean that,” I said.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just watched.

I crossed the room slowly, every step an invitation or a dare—I wasn’t sure which. My pulse thudded louder than the thunder had. My fingers curled around the first-aid kit, though it felt stupidly small in my hands, like trying to fix a hurricane with gauze.

Still, I opened it.

And finally, he spoke.

“I’m fine.”

I gave him a look that should’ve peeled paint off the walls. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’ve bled worse.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is it, princess?”

My spine straightened. “The po
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