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Noah's POV
I was all out of tears, just left with this trembling fear that it was all some twisted dream and any moment I'd wake up on that grimy mattress in the workshop, surrounded by laughter and shadows. My body felt empty, like all the emotions had been squeezed out, leaving only dread behind. Adrien must have sensed it because he held me tighter, his presence steady and warm, grounding me when my thoughts began to spiral.
"It's okay," he murmured softly, his voice low and firm, almost like he needed me to believe it just as much as he needed to say it. "You're safe now, Noah. I promise you, you're not there anymore. They can't touch you, and I'll make sure they never get the chance again."
