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Chapter 73

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The rain had softened to a distant whisper by the time Holden returned.

Elena heard the door creak open before she saw him. He stepped inside with droplets clinging to his hair and coat, jaw tight, posture rigid in a way that told her he had walked half a kilometer too fast just to burn off whatever was tearing at him from the inside.

“The road’s clearing,” he said without preamble.

She nodded. “So we can leave soon.”

Holden paused, as if he had expected her to ask something else—something about last night, about the way they had slept too close, breathed too close, felt too close.

She didn’t ask.

Not because she didn’t want to.

But because he looked like he would break if she did.

He hung his coat on the back of the chair, but the motion was too sharp, too controlled, and she could tell that the storm outside wasn’t the one he was fighting anymore.

Holden moved around the room with restless purpose—closing windows, checking supplies, picking up things that didn’t need picking up. Ele
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