ELIJAH I walked into Renata’s mansion, the place where I had spent five months recovering, training, rebuilding myself. I hardly came here anymore—being traced by the Valerios wasn’t exactly something I could risk. The living room was quiet, almost too quiet. That was when I noticed him—a young man sitting cross-legged on the couch, headphones in, hoodie pulled tight, completely comfortable. Too comfortable. Skinny, very tall perhaps. And for a moment, I was struck by how much he reminded me of the old me, before everything fell apart. Then noticed me, eyes lifting from his phone. Slowly, almost reluctantly, but he stood. Slowly. I offered a smile, stepping closer. “Hey,” I said, holding out my hand. “I’m Eli.” He hesitated for a beat, then gave me a small nod and quickly took my hand. “So… you’re Elijah,” he said, voice cautious but steady. “Yes…” I returned the smile. “And you are…?” Before he could answer, the elevator chimed. Renata stepped out, her presence immediate
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