Michael’s POVThe room was still, not the kind of still that feels safe, but the kind that presses down on your chest, makes your lungs feel heavy and your ribs tight.I lay on the bed, sweat plastering my shirt to my body, my muscles trembling, every breath shallow and painful. My leg throbbed viciously from the injury Marlo had pressed and Emilio and Mortis had tried to patch up. My ribs burned, my arms shook, my body refused to obey, but my mind refused to surrender.Marlo’s presence lingered even after he had stepped back, as if the air itself carried his weight. Shadows stretched across the floor, sharp, and suffocating, following him even in his absence. I knew he didn’t need to stand over me for me to feel trapped. He had cornered my mind as well as my body.The room was a filled with a lot of tension. Anabelle’s eyes were fixed on me, sharp and cruel, moving like blades across my face. Emilio and Mortis stood tensely near the door, their hands clenched at their sides, their
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