Back in the supply room, the air still trembled with the residue of magic.“What the heck was that?” one of the men demanded, his voice breaking the suffocating silence. It came out louder than he likely intended, edged with fear he couldn’t quite mask.Natasha’s head snapped toward him. The sharpness of the movement alone was enough to make both men stiffen. Slowly, deliberately, she turned her entire body to face him. Then she began to walk forward, each step measured, soundless against the cold floor, yet heavy with intent.“Keep shut, human,” she said softly.Her voice was low, almost calm, but it carried something far more dangerous than anger. A promise.The man swallowed hard. Whatever defiance had pushed him to speak dissolved instantly, leaving only raw, instinctive fear.Natasha didn’t spare him another glance.Instead, her gaze drifted back to the spot where Alicia had been moments ago. The emptiness there felt wrong, unnatural. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her brows drawin
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