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... in front of him, every muscle in his body humming with tension like a coiled spring.
His face was calm—cold, even—but inside, his thoughts were a chaotic mess of confused disbelief and hilarious suspicions.
Knitting? The guy had just shadow-stepped into his personal space, nearly gave him a heart attack, and now he was talking about knitting socks?
Creed’s mind raced with absurd theories.
Is "knitting" some kind of assassin code? Like... knit one, stab two?
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