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... locked onto me, unblinking, unwavering. The firelight flickered across her face, highlighting the slight furrow in her brow—the only outward sign of the frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.
I had seen her like this before. She hated waiting. Hated uncertainty.
I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my dark hair as I leaned back against the wooden armrest of the couch.
"You really are enjoying dragging this out, aren’t you?" she asked, crossing her arms.
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