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I adjusted immediately, shifting my weight, angling my body just enough to avoid direct collision.

My shoulder brushed the air where the edge had been, close enough to register.

I corrected smoothly, continuing forward as if nothing had happened.

Because that was how I had learned to survive moments like this.

Recover. Continue. Never linger.

I found the door seconds later, fingers brushing against the cool surface before pulling it open.

The air outside felt different instantly, filled with distant sounds of the office floor.

I stepped out.

And then—

That feeling came.

Not sound. Not touch. Not anything I could directly explain. Just that instinctive, crawling awareness when something dangerous has locked onto you.

My steps slowed, almost against my will.

I knew instantly it wasn’t Ramiro.

It wasn’t Rafael either.

This presence was different—Vile.

Chapter 4

LORETTA

Itilted my head slightly, focusing—not with sight, but with everything else. The faint shift of air behind me. The almost-there rhythm of breath held too carefully.

The absence of casual movement.

Whoever it was... they knew how to stay hidden.

And they wanted to remain that way.

Fine.

I wouldn’t chase shadows.

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