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... them.
As if the sight demanded silence.
And what they saw wasn’t chaos.
It was Trevor—still on the floor, still holding Lucas against his chest, still wrapped around him like he’d been planted there. Lucas, unmoving, face pressed to the collar of Trevor’s shirt, one hand twisted in fabric like muscle memory hadn’t caught up to the safety yet.
No one spoke.
Not immediately.
But Trevor could feel it—the shift in the room, the weight of lineage and p ...
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