DREWThe door closes behind us, and the silence screams.We're back at the safe house, but it doesn't feel safe anymore.Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. For a second, it's like we're stuck between two moments, what just happened, and what comes next. My brain can't catch up. My hands are shaking, but the rest of me feels numb, like I'm floating inside my own body, watching this moment happen from behind glass.Reid moves. He doesn't say a word, just stalks to the nearest wall and slams his fist into it, full force. A sickening crunch echoes through the room. Plaster cracks and crumbles, raining to the floor in chunks that scatter like bone. Blood spills down his knuckles, bright and unforgiving, but he doesn't flinch. Doesn't even look at the damage he's done. His jaw is tight. His breathing is harsh and sharp, like he's swallowing a scream.I flinch anyway. Just enough for it to feel like weakness.Killian sets his gun down on the counter. The sound is softer than it should be, but it b
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