Aruna stopped breathing.
The message still glowed on her phone.
I see you.
Not I will see you.
Not I saw you.
Present tense.
Watching.
Now.
She slowly lowered the phone.
Her eyes scanned the skyline beyond the penthouse glass. Hundreds of windows. Hundreds of reflections. Hundreds of places someone could hide.
“She’s close,” Aruna said quietly.
Dante didn’t dismiss it.
He stepped forward, his body naturally placing itself between her and the glass.
“Let her watch,” he said calmly.
Aruna turned to him.
“You’re not afraid?”
Dante’s expression didn’t change.
“No.”
Not because he underestimated the threat.
But because fear never dictated his actions.
Aruna studied his face.
She wondered if her twin had ever been protected like this.
Or if she had only ever been owned.
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