Caspian’s POVDebby's hasty retreat and the click of the restroom door didn't bring relief; they brought a new, sharper kind of tension. Avery was crumbling in front of me, her face pale, her hands trembling as she gripped the sink. Her panic was raw, unmasked."Oh my god," she whimpered, "She... she caught us. Red-handed."I watched her, a knot tightening in my chest. Her fear for what Hector would do, her distress over Debby's animosity, it was all laid bare. The thought of Hector using this against her, twisting her life even further, ignited a cold, hard fury within me. This wasn't just a kink in my plan; this was a direct assault on someone I was beginning to… care about. The thought was still unsettling, but undeniable.I moved closer, gently taking her hands from the sink, my fingers wrapping around her cold ones. Her worry was palpable, a wave of anxiety radiating from her. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, were wide and clouded with dread."Avery," I said, my voice low and steady
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