Page 244 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Every single person waiting.
Watching.
Me.
I feel it.
The weight of it.
The moment where everything could shift.
Where I could lose control again.
Where I could be taken.
Where everything changes.
But then—
Havoc moves.
Not fast.
Not aggressive.
Just enough to step beside me.
Close.
Solid.
Unmovable.
And I feel it again.
That certainty.
That safety.
“You don’t touch her,” he says.
Quiet.
Deadly.
The agent’s jaw tightens.
“This isn’t a negotiation.”
Havoc’s voice doesn’t change.
“It is now.”
Silence.
Thick.
Dangerous.
