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... out to touch Griffin’s forehead, my fingers lightly pressed against the glass, breath shallow and heart thudding like a war drum in my chest—
"Natalie—wait."
Fox’s voice struck like cold water, yanking me from the brink. I froze, eyes flying open. "What?!" I snapped, spinning on him with a sharpness I hadn’t meant to unleash—but I was already unravelling inside.
Fox scratched the back of his neck, looking... sheepish? That couldn’t be good.
"There’s... um, a sligh ...
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