A shadow shifted nearby, and strong hands caught her gently at the elbows, grounding her.“Careful,” a low, measured voice murmured.Her gaze lifted, and there he was. Dimitri Jenkins, standing close, his presence commanding yet effortless. The faint scent of him brushed past her as his dark eyes met hers, calm and unreadable, holding a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken.The contact lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary. In that instant, memories flared, the heat of that night, the weight of his body, the rasp of his voice whispering her name. Her chest tightened, a mixture of recognition, fear, and something she could hardly name.Dimitri’s face remained composed, indifferent, yet the directness of his stare hinted that he remembered. He knew.Cassandra drew a slow, steadying breath. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above the hum of the night.For a moment, neither moved. The quiet city and distant music surrounded them, but the tension between them was
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