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1.3 Amrita's Vow.

AMRITA

The air between us was so thick with tension it felt like a physical weight, pressing into my lungs. I kept my movements slow, almost languid, a stark contrast to the violence of moments ago. My hands slid over the cold, abrasive nylon of his tactical vest, my fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders before settling at the back of his neck.

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