14/03/2026 18:06

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Damian's hands were on the back of my bra; somehow it had survived that first rush. Whatever, he pulsed a little power down his hand into mine. ostage and go to such elaborate lengths to make sure we knew about it? It was a trap, but even knowing that's what it was, we still had to go. You are the bridge between us.

I'm usually running late. Not hostile, but no room to debate. Buzz saw me moving, and he gave the three women over to someone else to usher outside. When I go, you go, no more near misses.