Chapter 47
None of the guards moved. Not a single breath broke the heavy silence hanging over the m******e Sasha had left behind. But Quinn did. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped forward—his eyes never leaving hers. There was no fear in his gaze, no judgment. Just something quiet and grounding. Sasha's fists were still clenched, blood pooling beneath her, her breathing shallow. He reached her, close enough to feel her trembling—not visibly, but there was a tension beneath her skin like a fault line barely holding. Without a word, Quinn gently took her arm. His thumb moved in a slow, subtle circle against her skin. A message: It’s okay. I’m here. Sasha didn’t resist. Didn’t flinch. She simply let him lead her away. The walk to the Pit wing was silent. The flickering overhead lights buzzed soft
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