Page 228 of Ranger's Wildflower

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Wrong.

“This is wrong,” Tessa whispers behind me.

Yeah.

It is.

I scan the room.

Corners. Shadows. Entry points.

No movement.

No threat I can see.

But that doesn’t mean anything.

This is controlled.

Planned.

Someone took their time here.

“Blaze,” I say low.

“I don’t like this,” he answers immediately.

Me neither.

Tessa steps forward.

Slow.

Drawn to it.

“Tessa—” I warn.

“I know,” she says quietly.

But she doesn’t stop.

I stay right behind her.

Close enough to grab her.

Close enough to pull her out if this goes bad.

Because this?

This is for her.

I can feel it.

She reaches the arrangement.

Stops.

There’s something tucked inside.

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