I tried to breathe. I tried to stay still. I tried to keep my hands from shaking. But Juan wouldn’t stop hovering. He paced the room like a restless shadow, eyes flicking over me every few seconds, studying me, watching me, waiting for something I couldn’t name. I couldn’t get a read on him, not the way I used to when we were kids.Back then, he’d been… complicated. Cold sometimes, protective other times. But he’d never scared me. Now? Now he terrified me.I swallowed hard. “Juan… can we talk?”He stopped pacing. His head tilted, eyes narrowing. “Talk about what?”I forced my voice to stay steady. “About us. About when we were younger. You used to look out for me. You warned me about your father. You...”He laughed. A sharp, humorless sound that made my stomach twist. “Oh, Sara,” he said, shaking his head. “You really believed that?”My breath caught. “What do you mean?”He stepped closer, his expression shifting into something cold and cruel. “It was an act,” he said. “All of it. The
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