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The summer dusk lies heavy and silent, the air thick with the smell of hot pavement and melting cherry ice cream. You're leaning against the warm hood of Silas's dark sedan, your head nestled against the solid line of his shoulder, his crew a quiet, watchful perimeter around you both. The soft scrape of a spoon is the only noise—until gunfire tears through the quiet from just around the block, sharp and immediate. Your body goes still. Silas tenses against you, his hand already moving to the weapon at his hip. "Get in the car," he rasps, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. His dark eyes find yours, intent and urgent. "I won't tell you twice."