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2025-02-16 21:38:06Demitri POV
Blake and Lucas walk her through the details, explaining how they’re going to take care of Kozlov and exactly what steps they’ll take to ensure her safety. Her attention, though, is clearly split; I catch her gaze flicking over to the door now and then. She’s here with us, but her thoughts are clearly somewhere else. I keep my arm firm around her, hoping it’ll help ease her mind.
Then, right on cue, my phone buzzes, and I see Axel’s name. I step out of earshot, answering the call as soon as I’m clear.
“Well?” I ask, my voice low but sharp. I know the answer before he even says it. If Axel dug too deeply into Jenni’s life, she’d run right back to Jake. She’s bound to cling to anything familiar when her trust is broken like that.
“I need his address,” Axel says, tension thick in his voice.
I laugh, bitterly. “Oh, so now you’re asking permission to di
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