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The atmosphere was a live wire, thick with impending violence. Rhys let out a guttural roar and charged like a man possessed, making a beeline for two cowering students. 'I want a fucking word with you!' he bellowed, deaf to the frantic shouts of his crew about his contract. 'Rhys, don't!' Maya cried, hiding her face in her hands. But before Rhys could close the distance, a darker silhouette moved with predatory speed. Finn Kane slid forward, his expression a mask of cold intent. 'Whoa, Rhys, take a breath,' an older guy tried to placate, palms up. Crunch. A sharp, expert punch snapped the boy's head back and dropped him to the asphalt. It wasn't Rhys. It was Finn. *Always the shield.* 'We're square now,' Finn explained, flexing his fingers and nodding at the blood on his knuckles. 'Besid…