BLEEDING AND TRAUMATIZED
Author: StarVessel
last update2025-12-25 23:03:08

Ethan moved closer, leaned down so only she could hear his response.

"So do I. We all have friends. And mine are way scarier."

Victoria's smile faltered fractionally. "We'll see."

They took her away under FBI escort, handcuffed to the stretcher, still smiling like she knew something no one else did.

The rooftop finally went quiet except for wind and distant sirens and Lily's breathing behind him that meant alive, alive, still alive.

Ethan turned, and she collapsed into his arms with weight that
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