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“Then tell them to continue.” Jonathan’s voice was low, resonant, final. “Let’s go. It’s time we paid an old friend a visit.” With that, he turned and strode back into the bar.

As the overhead lights flickered, shadows danced across his sharp features. A glint of menace shone through his refined eyes and elegant brows. He looked like a grim harbinger striding over a field of sun-bleached bones—a cold embodiment of death cloaked in velvet.

Bleacher shuddered. He had heard the words, but it was the tone beneath them that chilled him to the marrow.

Tonight would not end quietly. And the man locked in the cer… who knew how much of the night he could survive?

Meanwhile, Corrine settled into the car seat and immediately sensed something was off.

Her eyes flicked to the man in the driver’s seat.

There was tension in the way he held the wheel—too tight, too rigid.

The veins on the backs of his hands stood out, his knuckles white against the leather.

Her gaze lingered. Something was not right. “Nate,” she said gently. “What is going on?”

His voice came out low and t. “Nothing.”

But that was a lie. It was tight—the feeling in his chest. A pressure that refused to lift.

Corrine gently furrowed her brows as she reached for Nate’s hand. “But you’re not yourself right now.”

Tension radiated from him like heat—a ticking time bomb barely restraining itself, danger pulsing in the confined space between them.fn8a42 The rightful source is find(?)ovel/fn8a42

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The moment her words hung in the air, Nate mmed the brakes and jerked the car toward the roadside.

The violent halt sent Corrine lurching forward, her body straining against the seatbelt that saved her from worse, though a small bruise still bloomed on her forehead.

“Sorry, I…” Nate’s eyes softened with concern, his deep voice cracking with frustration beneath the surface.

“Why apologize?” Corrine cupped his face between her palms. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not ming you, so there’s no need to apologize.”

Nate’s piercing gaze locked onto hers, his throat visibly tightening. “What were you and Jonathan talking about earlier?”

Despite his innermand not to care, not to ask, the jealousy coursing through his veins betrayed him, forcing the question past his lips. Especially when the memory of Jonathan’s gaze lingering on Corrine reyed in his mind. Such a look carried unmistakable intent—anything but innocent.

A moment of silence passed before Corrine’s eyes danced with a hidden smile. “So, are you jealous?”

Caution had always marked her interactions with Jonathan, even their recent conversation staying within appropriate boundaries.

Yet somehow, these casual exchanges had managed to stir something primal in Nate.

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