Ethan’s POVI kept my pace steady as I walked beside her, matching every step, every pause.Calm. Controlled.Like none of this was getting to me.But inside I was calculating everything.Every movement. Every angle. Every second I could use.We stepped out into the open, the cool air hitting my face, but it did nothing to ease the tension sitting in my chest.“Get in,” she said, gesturing toward a sleek black car waiting by the curb.Of course there was a car.Of course everything was prepared.I opened the door without hesitation and slid inside, making sure my expression stayed neutral.Compliant.Easy to read.Just the way she wanted.She got in after me.The door shut.Locked.I glanced once at the driver silent, unmoving. Then back ahead.Good.No one was looking at my hands.Slowly, carefully, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, keeping it low, shielded by the angle of my body.I didn’t unlock it the usual way.Instead, I pressed a specific sequence—quick, subtle.
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