The corridor was a coffin of silence—until it wasn’t.
Boots. Not mine. Not hers. Heavier, predatory. The kind that made the stone flinch, the kind that signaled the entry of a man used to being the law.
I went as still as a beast scenting blood. Every instinct bristled, an animal recognizing its rival. There was no shuffle, no uncertainty in the stride coming toward me. This was someone who’d learned to make the world move aside. He emerged from darkness, and I knew—without ever having seen him before—this was Rahul.
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