Leo woke to the faint hum of the security system and the smell of early morning coffee drifting from the kitchen. Grayson was still asleep, sprawled across the bed, one arm dangling off the side like he owned the world and maybe he did.Leo stretched and glanced at the clock: 5:03 AM. Too early, but sleep wouldn’t come back. He crept downstairs in his shorts, the floor cold against his feet.The kitchen was empty. That was odd.“Grayson?” Leo called softly.No answer.Then he heard it a quiet shuffle from the living room.“Hello?” Leo whispered, walking toward the sound.He froze when he saw a shadow moving near the security screens. His heart skipped.“Who’s there?” he demanded.The figure froze. Then a soft chuckle echoed.“Leo?” The voice was familiar.Stephen stepped out from behind the sofa, holding a laptop like a shield. His eyes were tired but intense.“Stephen! What what are you doing awake?” Leo whispered, trying not to panic.“I couldn’t wait,” Stephen said. “There’s someth
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