The night settled over the town with a quiet hush, but Aisha couldn’t shake the unease that had been growing inside her all day.
Her chest still fluttered from earlier moments in the mansion—touches she didn’t understand, glances she couldn’t explain, and the strange, lingering warmth in her wrist where Callen had held her.
As she walked home through the snowy streets, she noticed something that made her pause.
Across the square, Callen was moving with the same effortless strength she had seen before—but now, it was more obvious.
A deep gash on his hand, something that should have stung and bled, had vanished completely.
She blinked.
It had been there just moments ago. No, I must be imagining it… she whispered, shaking her head and tugging her scarf tighter around her neck.
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