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... time had passed—his eyes were still the same.
Wide. Knowing. Resigned.
I stared at it too long. Let it burn itself into my memory. That look wasn't fear. It wasn't defiance either. It was... acceptance. Like he knew this would happen. Like he was waiting.
"So," I said quietly, not looking up. "You want me to hunt Mark."
Connor blinked. He tilted his head, brows furrowing in genuine confusion.
"Mark?"
Silence.
Then realization dawned. And it ...
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