“You… again.”For a fleeting second, Mauve felt relief. Someone had saved her from the icy river. Someone had pulled her back from death.But when her vision cleared, the relief evaporated. It was him. The man from earlier.Her safety was no longer guaranteed.“Yes, it’s me,” he said gently, his British accent crisp. “And like I told you before, I mean no harm.”He stepped back, giving her space, flashing that same disarming smile. Mauve didn’t buy it for a second.A second figure appeared at his side—a girl. Her presence was sharp, almost cutting, but her green eyes glowed with genuine concern.“You should take your jacket off,” the girl said softly, holding out her own coat. “Have mine instead.”Mauve’s eyes flicked to her, wary. The girl looked her age, maybe a bit older. Short wolf-cut hair, lips tinted a dark brown, a golden hoop gleaming against her nose. She had the kind of aura that warned don’t mess with me, yet there was something protective in the way she looked at Mauve.“W
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