(Lena POV)The crunch of boots on dry pine needles stops. Ryan steps out from between two thick oaks, his hands lifted to shoulder height, palms open and empty. His jacket is torn at the sleeve, damp leaves clinging to the rough fabric, and his chest rises and falls in steady rhythm despite the cross country trek.My shoulders drop a fraction before I catch myself and square them again. Kai’s hand moves to his side, fingers curling against his belt, his posture shifting into something rigid and coiled. He does not speak. His eyes track Ryan’s position, then drop to my face, then back to Ryan, measuring the distance, the angle, the threat. Ryan lowers his hands slowly, keeping his eyes on me. He ignores Kai completely.I step forward, my boots scuffing the dirt, and then I step sideways until I am directly between them, my back to Kai, facing Ryan. Kai’s breath catches audibly, a sharp intake through his teeth, and his hand leaves his belt. He takes a step forward, his boot heel striki
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