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“She’s Blair. Brynne’s Blair!”

“Again,” I bite out sharply, “very aware of that. Jesus, Mina, how much shit did the two of you take?”

“Okay, but you’re holding her like she’s...like she’s—.”

Mina stares at me like she’s watching a car crash happen in slow motion.

“Oh my fuck,” she mutters again. “This is so unbelievably fucked up.”

“She started blacking out in the middle of a foam pit right after one of Dante’s guys spotted her,” I bite out sharply. “Can we maybe unpack the psychological damage later?”

Mina blinks at me.

“Dante’s guys? The fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“Not important right now.”

“The fuck do you mean not important—”

“I mean,” I snap, shifting Blair higher against my chest again, “I don’t have time to explain it while standing in the middle of a fucking foam pit, Mina. I need to get her out of here.”

Mina looks deeply unsatisfied with that answer, but before she can keep arguing, another voice cuts sharply through the noise behind us.

“What the fuck happened?”

Dagger.

Mina turns instantly, and the second she sees him storming toward us through the foam-covered crowd, her expression somehow gets even more horrified.

Because now she’s realizing this isn’t just me.

Dagger’s eyes lock immediately onto Blair unconscious against my chest, his entire body going tight.

“What the fuck did she take?”

“Don’t know, but I’m going to take a guess and say some of your shit with whatever else she could find.”

He’s beside us instantly after that, one hand brushing Blair’s cheek while the other grips the back of her neck gently, checking her over with the kind of panic he’s trying very hard not to show.

Possessive. Protective. Way too fucking familiar.

Jealousy twists low and immediate in my chest watching Dagger touch her like that, checking her over with the same panic ripping through me.

Because she went to him first.

She crawled back into his bed first, and I hate how much that still gets under my skin.

But underneath all the rivalry and possessive bullshit sitting between us, there’s also something steadier there too.

Trust.

Ugly. Complicated. Unspoken trust.

Because if it comes down to Blair?

Dagger would burn this entire city to the ground to keep her breathing.

Same as me, and somehow that’s the only thing stopping me from completely losing my fucking mind right now.