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Paige nodded slowly, the pieces clicking into a heartbreaking, profound place. The story wasn't just about revenge; it was about salvation. Kenji wasn't just a mentor; he was the anchor that had kept a brilliant, angry boy from drowning.
The respect in Reomen's voice was something she'd never heard him use for anyone else.
Seeing her understanding, something in Reomen's own posture softened almost imperceptibly. He reached out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brushed a loose, curling strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
The gesture was so intimate, so at odds with their usual sparring, that Paige felt her breath catch.
He leaned in, closing the small distance between them on the sofa. The scent of clean sweat and his expensive cologne enveloped her. She could feel the warmth of his skin, see the flecks of silver in his dark eyes.
