The first thing I noticed when we returned to the monitors was the subtle shift in the feeds. Small anomalies, almost imperceptible, until you looked closely.“Something’s moving,” Dominic murmured, leaning over my shoulder. His hand brushed mine as he adjusted a camera angle. The touch, though brief, sent a ripple through me, a jolt of warmth I couldn’t ignore.I swallowed hard, keeping my focus on the monitors. “It’s too subtle to tell who it is,” I said. My voice was calm, but my heart raced.Dominic didn’t move his hand away. Instead, he let it linger lightly over mine. Not enough to break protocol. Just enough to remind me that we weren’t alone in this world, and that for all the danger, we had each other.“You’re tense,” he whispered, low enough that only I could hear.I gave a faint shrug, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I always am.”“No,” he said softly, his thumb brushing the back of my hand. “Not like this.”My pulse quickened. The brush of his thumb, the warmth of his
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