The penthouse felt different now. The walls, once a sanctuary, now seemed to hum with residual tension. Ava sat on the edge of the sofa, shoulders hunched, replaying the events of the night in her mind. Kane’s personal strike had left a mark — not a physical one, but a deep, gnawing ache of fear and vulnerability.Ethan moved quietly behind her, his presence a solid anchor in the turbulent sea of her thoughts. He set a steaming cup of coffee on the table and sat beside her, fingers brushing hers in a silent, grounding gesture.“We survived,” he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of everything they had faced. “All of us.”Ava nodded, but the words felt hollow. “Yes… but he got too close. He knows exactly how to hit us where it hurts. It’s not just strategy anymore, Ethan. It’s… it’s personal. And I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something — a bigger plan he’s hiding from us.”Ethan studied her, his dark eyes shadowed with concern and determination. “Kane’s bri
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