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Damian’s body jerked as the edges brushed his shoulder—the net was designed to tear tower energy apart on contact.
Eli didn’t think.
He threw himself into Damian, pushing him down as the net slammed into the wall behind them, exploding in a burst of energy.
“Do not touch that again,” Eli snapped.
Damian gave a breathless laugh—even under assault, the sound was warm, intimate, grounding.
“You act like you’re not the one who almost got vaporized.”
Another drone beelined for them—but this time, Damian was ready.
His hand snapped out—energy condensing around his palm like molten light—and he crushed the drone mid-flight. It burst into sparks.
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