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Chapter Twenty-seven: Short Window

Author: m.Banas
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-08 17:51:56

The words on the burner screen cut like wire.

Two pings. One masked, one lazy. Pressure likely. Window shortens.

Ethan’s jaw flexed once, then settled back into that stillness he wore like armor. He set the phone down where Anna could see it, no attempt to soften or shield. Truth was safer between them now.

“Short version?” she asked.

“They’re pushing the door,” he answered. His voice was calm, too calm. “We don’t let them in.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do we do?”

“What we planned.” He stood, already moving. “Sooner.”

The couch sighed when his weight left it. His steps were precise, all coiled economy, but something in him vibrated with the certainty of the wolf—danger was close, closer than before.

Anna shifted, grimacing, adjusting the blanket as if that alone could anchor her against the undertow rising in the room. “Then hurry up,” she muttered, but her hands trembled as she folded them together.

He crouched back down in front of her, braced on either side of her thighs. The angle
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