[The Final Cage]The wail of the sirens was no longer a distant threat; it was a rhythmic, screaming pulse that bled through the heavy velvet curtains, staining the room in a violent strobe of red and blue. The master suite, once an impenetrable sanctuary of shadow and obsession, now felt like a glass box.Dante’s hand was a crushing weight on Ivy’s arm as he hauled her off the bed. He didn't care that she was trembling, or that her skin was still sensitive from the raw, carnal war they had just waged. His focus was singular, volatile, and bordering on a manic breakdown."Move," he hissed, his obsidian eyes darting to the open window where the "older" Ivy still stood, silhouetted against the encroaching chaos. "If the Trust finds us here with a body, they’ll bury us both. I won’t let them put you in a cell. I&rsqu
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