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... ay like a blade.
She froze. So did I. Her head snapped up as if pulled by a string. Romeo stood at the far end of the hall.
No towel this time. Just black joggers hanging low on his hips, bare chest still faintly damp, his dark mask covering the upper half of his face.
The hallway lights caught on the hard lines of his shoulders, the rigid set of his posture. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t shouting. His expression blank.
That was what made it terrifying.
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