: As the lounge erupted into chaos, they moved as one, a muscle-memory dance of two people who knew each other’s rhythms perfectly. The Choice
: FF lunged, but instead of a strike, she grabbed the drive and Elias’s collar. The Escape ff fight desire
. FF moved through the shadows of the club, her hand hovering over her stun-baton. Then she saw him. Elias. He was sitting at a corner booth, the drive resting casually on the table between two glasses of amber liquid. The Conflict : As the lounge erupted into chaos, they