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... omeone who had already burned once and didn’t fear the fire anymore. It explained the bite in his voice, the instinct to recoil from anything that resembled a leash. The way he read people, not with curiosity, but with grim calculation.
It explained why, from the moment Trevor met him, Lucas had never felt like an eighteen-year-old boy.
He carried himself like someone older. Not just in trauma—but in clarity. In quiet rage. In defiance that had already cost him everything once. < ...
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