The silence in the room didn’t last long.
Shelly stood still, her mind spinning after the call. Veer’s voice still echoed in her head, cold and controlled, exactly how she remembered.
Spencer watched her closely.
He could see the shift in her.
The fear.
The tension.
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“Shelly,” he said softly, stepping closer.
She didn’t respond.
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He gently touched her arm.
That small touch brought her back.
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“I’m fine,” she said quickly.
But her voice said otherwise.
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Spencer shook his head.
“No, you’re not.”
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Shelly let out a breath and looked away.
“I hate that he still has this effect on me.”
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Spencer moved in front of her, making sure she looked at him.
“He doesn’t control you anymore.”
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Shelly’s eyes met his.
“I want to believe that.”
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Spencer didn’t
