(POV - VICTOR BLACKWOOD) As soon as the video started to play on the giant screen above Jack Cole’s head, a smile curled on my lips. It was a cold, hard smile, but it was real. I saw his face change from triumph to confusion, then to pure, stomach-sick fear. The room exploded into noise, just as we knew it would. In the chaos, I felt a familiar, strong hand clamp down on my shoulder. Jaxon. He didn’t say a word. He just steered me, moving fast and sure, through the furious crowd of reporters, away from the shouting and the flashing lights. Jack Cole was screaming into microphones, a man caught in his own trap, but he was already a ghost to me. We slipped through a side door, into a dark, quiet service hallway behind the stage. The roar of the press room became a muffled storm. Our eyes met for just a few seconds. His were serious, focused. Mine, I’m sure, were blazing with the fire of a narrow escape. He gave a single, sharp nod. Then, with a practiced move, he guided me not towar
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