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Every touch grounded him, keeping him from letting anger or fear overwhelm rational judgment.
“Eli,” Damian muttered, voice low, “this person knows us. Not just the tower or the city… but us. Our routines, our patterns, how we respond.”
Eli’s fingers traced a subtle pattern along Damian’s glowing pulse, soothing yet deliberate. “Then we use that knowledge against them. We stay ahead, anticipate their moves. And we remember—our trust and intimacy are stronger than any manipulation.”
As night deepened, they identified the first potential suspect: someone Damian had worked closely with before, an ally whose loyalty had never been fully tested. Residual energy signatures linked the anomalies to
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