Mei didn’t hesitate.She moved first—fast, quiet—like her body had already decided what her mouth hadn’t said yet. She planted herself between Zoya and the door, metal bottle lifted in her hand like it could split bone if it needed to.Zoya stood behind her, frozen in place. Heartbeat too loud. Breath too shallow. The apartment suddenly felt smaller than it was.The knock came again.Hard. Impatient.Then a voice, clear through the wood.“Zoya.”Mei leaned in and snapped, “Wrong apartment.”A pause.Then, calmer—almost amused.“I’m not lost.”Mei’s grip tightened around the bottle. “Great. Then leave.”Silence.Zoya pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady herself. Mei didn’t look back, but her stance said everything: stay behind me.The doorknob shifted slightly.Not turning. Testing.Mei’s head tilted like she was listening for more than footsteps.Then his voice again, closer.“Open the door.”Mei gave a short laugh—sharp, humorless. “Or what?”Another pause.Then, very lightl
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