Denise didn’t move.
The door was open.
That was the only change she could process at first.
But the air inside it wasn’t air anymore.
It felt… awake.
Behind her, Liam spoke again.
Quieter this time.
Not a warning.
A realization.
“They’re not contained anymore.”
Denise frowned slightly.
“Who?”
Liam stepped forward.
And for the first time, he didn’t stop at distance.
He crossed it.
Fast.
Too fast.
His hand closed around her wrist—
not gently.
Not cruelly.
Reflexively.
Denise turned toward him sharply.
“Liam—”
But he wasn’t looking at her face.
He was looking past her.
At the open door.
His pupils had shifted.
Not fully.
Not humanly stable anymore.
Denise went still.
“…what is happening to you?” she asked quietly.
A pause.
When he spoke, his voice was lower.
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