Lena almost hit the floor when a strong hand grabbed her arm. “You okay?” a deep, smooth voice asked. Lena looked up to see a tall man, sharp features, dark hair neatly combed back, and intense gray eyes a presence that radiated both power and control. “Who… who are you?” Lena whispered, startled. “Adrian Volkov,” he said, calm yet commanding. “Careful, ma’am. That could have been nasty.” Her mind whirled. She had never seen him before. Yet the way he held her arm, steadying her, made her heart skip. “I… thank you,” she stammered. Adrian gave a small nod and released her hand. “Just keep walking. You’ve got this.” Before she could ask more, he stepped back, melting into the crowd. Lena blinked, but he was gone, vanished like a shadow. Clara, standing beside her, frowned, her hand lightly gripping Lena’s elbow. “Lena, are you okay?” “I… yes,” Lena said, trying to steady her breath. “Thanks to… him.” Clara gave a small nod, lips pressed tight. “Let’s focus. Your turn isn’t ov
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