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Havoc
Istare at the phone longer than I should.
Not because I don’t know what to say.
Because I do.
And that’s the problem.
“She’s fine,” Blaze says from across the room.
“I know.”
“Then call.”
I don’t move.
Because calling means hearing her voice.
Hearing what I came so close to never hearing again.
And I’m not sure I want that in my head right now.
“Havoc,” Wolf says quietly.
That tone.
The one that doesn’t leave room for argument.
I grab the phone.
Push a button.
It rings once.
Twice.
Three—
“Hello?”
It’s not her.