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"I have connections that reach far beyond this little display," he continued, his tone remaining calm, never breaking, as if we were discussing business over dinner rather than being escorted away in handcuffs. "Judges, politicians, people who get how the world really works. You think this ends here? It doesn't."
His eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Adrien.
Something clenched in my chest.
Adrien hadn't budged from where he stood at the base of the steps.
Snow had begun to settle lightly on his dark hair and shoulders, the flakes clinging there, but he didn't seem to notice. His focus was locked on the man being led to the waiting car, his expression unreadable in a way that made it impossible to discern what he was feeling, or if he was feeling anything at all.
He didn't shout.
He didn't move forward.
He didn't even flinch.
He just watched.
And somehow, that stillness felt heavier than anything else.
