(Darkness. Then—pain. Sharp, hot, spreading through Evelyn’s side. The world tilts. Her body slams against the club floor. She’s been shot.)
(Voices swirl above her.Arguing. Fighting. But all she can feel is the heat of her blood soaking through her dress.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Stay with me, baby.
(Strong arms scoop her up. The scent of smoke, leather, and danger fills her senses. His hold is too tight, too desperate. For the first time… she hears real fear in his voice.)
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