Ana's POV The watcher went quiet.No flowers. No emails. The figure on the security footage was never named, the trail went cold the way careful trails do, and after three weeks of nothing, the fear that had lived in my chest slowly loosened its grip. Caspian kept looking. He told me that too, honestly, every dead end. But the world went still, and a person can't stay ready forever.So I let myself breathe.And the strange thing, the thing I didn't expect, was how good it got once I did."You're doing it wrong," I said."I am not doing it wrong. There's no wrong way to make eggs.""Caspian, there is smoke."He looked down at the pan like it had insulted him personally, and I laughed, really laughed, the kind that comes up out of nowhere, and he looked up at me with the eggs burning between us and something in his face went soft and stunned, like the sound of it was a thing he wanted to keep."Do that again," he said."Laugh?""Yes.""You can't order a laugh, that's not how they work
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