Cove’s voice was low, cold, and final against Eli’s ear. “Some shadows are meant to keep you blind, Eli. Look any further, and I will lock you back in the cellar.” Eli’s breath caught. The weight of Cove’s body pressed him forward against the desk, hands still trapped under Cove’s strong grip on the closed laptop. The threat hung between them, heavy and real. “You wouldn’t,” Eli whispered, but his voice shook. Cove’s fingers tightened. “Try me.” The office felt too small. The new servers hummed softly in the background, their blue lights casting long shadows across the walls. Eli could feel every inch of Cove behind him the heat of his chest, the solid muscle, the barely contained anger. “I need to know,” Eli said, quieter this time. “About the fire. About 2018. You can&r
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