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Chapter 20MayaThe air in the training facility always smells the same: a mixture of expensive floor wax, industrial-grade cooling, and the faint, metallic tang of sweat. It's a scent that usually grounds me. It's the smell of a machine I built a front for my father's interests that I turned into a sanctuary for my own. The polished concrete floors reflect the overhead fluorescents like dark water, and the glass walls of my office look out onto the rink where generations of Falcons players have bled for wins I negotiated, contracts I wrote, careers I managed.Today, the air is thick with something else. It's the sulfurous scent of a bridge burning.I didn't look up from my tablet when Ryan walked in. I couldn't. If I looked at him, I'd see the man who'd been sleeping in the crook of my arm for the past couple of months, the one who learned how I took my coffee and that I hummed in my sleep when I was happy. The one who traced the scars on my back not with pity or horror, but with re