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Still out there.
Still bleeding somewhere.
Still fighting.
Anxiety twists violently through my ribs.
“Noir…”
“I know.”
His grip tightens harder around the steering wheel.
“He’ll come back.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
Too certain.
Again.
The answer settles strangely beneath my skin while Noir pulls into the underground garage beneath Dagger’s building.
Everything suddenly feels too quiet after the rave.
Too still.
The elevator ride upstairs feels worse.
No bass.
No screaming crowds.
Just fluorescent lights buzzing overhead while my pulse pounds violently in my ears.
Noir keeps glancing toward me every couple seconds like he’s checking I’m still standing.
The second we step into the apartment, the silence almost hurts.
I didn’t realize how loud the night had been until now.
My body feels shaky suddenly.
Wrong.
Noir notices immediately.
“Hey.”
I look toward him slowly.
His expression softens slightly while he steps closer.
“You’re safe.”
The words hit harder than they should.
