The sound jolted him awake.A sudden rustle, the creak of bedsheets, then hurried footsteps across the floor. Reyes sat up from the armchair beside the bed, eyes sharp despite the haze of sleep. The safehouse was quiet—too quiet—except for the distant echo of retching.He was on his feet instantly.The bathroom door was half open, light spilling out into the hall. He stepped closer, heart thudding, and found her there—on her knees, hunched over the toilet, her body trembling with each heave.“Lena,” he said, voice low, controlled.She didn’t answer—just leaned forward again, another wave of nausea wracking through her. He moved to her side, crouched down, and gently gathered her hair, holding it back. His other hand rested on her back, steady and warm.She coughed, gagged, then slumped forward, breath ragged.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.“Don’t be,” he said simply. “Just breathe.”When her body stopped fighting, she leaned back against the cold tile wall. She looked pale, dizzy. He ros
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