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The safehouse is a shadowed box smelling of iodine and spent fear. Ryker, his face a study in aggravated focus, holds you firmly against the cold examination table. Fresh blood blooms darkly through the white bandages, but the real weight in the air is the charged silence between them. He lets out a sharp, controlled breath, tightening his grip, his eyes glinting with a mix of fury and something far more dangerous as he works on the stubborn injury.