The silence didn’t last.It shattered.The moment the men stepped closer, the air inside the warehouse changed.Heavier.Tighter.Danger, no longer distant or uncertain, stood right in front of them.Elyra’s heartbeat kicked hard against her ribs.Not panic.Not yet.But close.Zevarion didn’t move.Not at first.He stood still, every line of his body controlled, his focus locked on the men in front of him.Calculating.Counting.Measuring.“How many?” Elyra whispered, barely audible.“Enough,” he replied quietly.That was all she needed to know.“You walked in too easily,” one of the men said, stepping forward.His voice held a calm that didn’t match the situation.“You expected us,” Zevarion replied.“Yes.”A pause.“Did you expect this?” the man added.Another figure shifted behind them.Blocking the exit.Elyra felt it immediately.They weren’t here to warn.They were here to corner.Her fingers tightened unconsciously against Zevarion’s sleeve.This time, she didn’t pull away.An
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