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    Alejandro didn’t let go of her immediately. He held her against him until her frantic sobs softened to tremors, until her breathing wasn’t a sharp gasp with every inhale. Only then did he shift, sliding an arm beneath her legs.


    She startled when he lifted her off the ground, clutching at his shirt like a lifeline.


    “Easy, Cabezota,” he muttered, voice low and steady, yet carrying an edge of steel. “I’ve got you.”


    The scent of him wrapped around her–dark spice and smoke, grounding, was infuriatinglyforting. He carried her down the hall as if she weighed nothing, his jaw tight, eyes locked ahead.


    His body was warm beneath her, but the muscles in his chest tensed every time she shuddered.


    By the time they reached the bedroom, she was clinging so tightly he had to pry her arms from around his neck just to set her back down on the mattress. His hands lingered at her sides as though afraid she’d vanish the second he stepped away.


    For a long moment, he didn’t move, his hand stroking her arm slowly, grounding her.


    Then, his voice came, low and edged with controlled steel. “What happened, Nivera? Tell me exactly what pulled you out of bed.”


    She had tried to exin, but her words hadn’t flowed well, as she was disoriented. She seemed a bit calm, and so he wanted to hear it again.


    “There… there was a sound, loud enough to wake me up. I thought maybe I imagined it, but then–then I heard my name. Someone was calling me.” She swallowed hard, staring at her trembling hands.


    “I tried waking you, but you wouldn’t move. Then my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I–I picked it up.”


    Alejandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t interrupt, just studied her with those storm–dark eyes, urging her to continue.


    “The voice was deep, wrong. Like someone was using one of those apps to disguise themselves. It said… that I should stop hiding in your bed and that I shoulde find him before he found me.” Her breathing hitched.


    “It drew me out, Alejandro. Out of this room, out into the hallway. And then–I heard it again. But this time, it wasn’t just calling me. It was me. My own voice, echoing back at me.”


    She shuddered violently, clutching her arms where she swore invisible hands had struck her. “No one was there, but I felt it. Again and again. I couldn’t stop hearing it, couldn’t stop feeling it. I wasn’t imagining it; I wasn’t!”


    Alejandro’s eyes flicked to the phone. He rose without another word and strode to the nightstand, the weight of his steps as heavy as his silence.


    He picked up the device, turning it in his hand like it was a weapon he intended to dismantle.


    “Passcode.”


    Nivera blinked, startled by the sudden order. “W–what?”


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    “Your passcode, Nivera,” he said, his tone leaving no room for dy.


    Her lips parted, hesitated, then whispered, “It’s… it’s your birthday.”


    For a heartbeat, his expression shifted–surprise flickering in those piercing eyes. His mouth twitched, almost softening, before the mask slid back into ce.


    He didn’tment, didn’t tease. His reaction was contained, but inside him, something dangerous stirred–a possessive burn, sharp and intoxicating.


    Now wasn’t the time for that, however.


    His brows knitted as he scrolled through the call log. Then his expression darkened, a frown dragging across his mouth like a shadow.


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    Nivera, noticing, sat up straighter despite the panic in her chest. “What? What is it?”


    Alejandro looked up slowly, his eyes sharp, unsettled. “Thest number here…” He turned the phone toward her, his thumb hovering over the record. “It’s your helper. The call you made earlier. There’s nothing else.”


    Her breath stilled in her lungs.


    “No…” she whispered, sliding off the bed, stumbling barefoot toward him. She snatched the phone from his hand, scrolling with frantic fingers. Her vision blurred from the tears, but when she focused, the truth sliced into her like a de.


    He was right.


    “No.” Her chest tightened painfully. Her breaths came shorter, sharper. “That’s not possible. I-” Her hands shook violently. “I answered it, Alejandro! I heard it. The voice, it was real–the voice–it threatened me! I’m not-”


    Her lungs seized. She couldn’t get air. Her hands flew to her chest as she stumbled back, gasping. “I’m not crazy–I’m not-”


    “Cabezota.” His voice was firm, cutting through her rising hysteria.


    But she couldn’t hear him, not really. Her ears rang. The walls seemed to close in. Her breaths turned into broken sobs, each one sharper than thest.


    “I heard it,” she cried out, tugging at her hair, nails scraping her scalp. “I felt it! The blows, the sound–it was all real! I’m not making this up, Alejandro! I’m not!”


    He moved toward her carefully, his calmposure steady as he tried to anchor her spiraling storm. “Nivera


    He reached for her, but in her thrashing panic she flinched wildly, her elbow swinging back hard into his ribs.


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    Alejandro grunted, his body jolting from the pain. His wounds from earlier still throbbed beneath his shirt, and the blow forced his breath to hitch sharply.


    Her eyes widened. The sound, the sight of him grimacing–it cut through the chaos for a fraction of a second.


    “Oh my God…” her voice quivered, horrified. “I–I didn’t mean–Alejandro, I didn’t-”


    Her hands fluttered helplessly, guiltyering over her panic until it all tangled into a mess of trembling. “I hurt you. I hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t–I can’t do this–I can’t breathe-”


    Her words dissolved into broken sobs as she copsed against the wall, sliding down until she sat curled on the floor.


    Alejandro pressed a hand against his side, forcing the pain into silence as he crouched down in front of her. His chest rose slowly and measuredly, his voice low andmanding butced with something gentler.


    “Enough.” His voice was harsh andmanding, the kind of tone that brooked no argument. “Breathe, Nivera. Look at me. Only me.”


    She fought, trembling against him, but his arms only tightened, caging her against him.


    “I’ve got you,” he murmured against her hair, his tone softer now, steady, coaxing. “No one else, just me. You’re safe. You’re not losing your mind.”


    Her body jerked with each ragged breath, but his warmth, his solidity, the press of his heartbeat against her ear–it forced its way through the noise in her head.


    The knot inside her chest strangled tighter, her sobs shaking her frame.


    Alejandro didn’t let her retreat again. He reached forward, strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her into him despite her trembling resistance.


    She resisted at first, then broke, copsing against him, clutching at his shirt as though he were the only thing tethering her to reality.


    “I’m not crazy,” she whispered, shaking her head violently. “Tell me I’m not–please-”


    “You’re not,” Alejandro said firmly, without a second of hesitation. His grip on her only tightened as if sheer force could anchor her. “Not now, not ever. I’d never let you lose yourself, Cabezota. Not while I’m here.”


    Her chest hitched. The sound of his certainty was like water to a fire, quenching thest threads of her hysteria.


    Slowly, her fight drained out of her. Her hands, once pushing, now clung to his shirt, twisting in the fabric as she sagged against him.


    They sank together onto the floor, Alejandro guiding her down carefully until she was in hisp, still trembling but no longer thrashing. His chin rested atop her head, his hands stroking her back in slow, grounding circles.


    His whispers filled the silence, low and steady. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Breathe with me,


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    Cabezota. In… and out. That’s it. Just like that.”


    Her breathing hitched, slowed, and and fell shakily into his rhythm. Her tears still came, dampening his shirt, but her body grew heavier against him.


    Her voice cracked onest time, muffled against his chest. “I’m not crazy…”


    His hold tightened, his lips brushing her hair as he murmured fiercely, “No, you’re not.”


    Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, as though her body finally surrendered.


    Thest words that slipped past her lips before sleep imed her were barely audible, broken but determined.


    “I’m not crazy.”


    Alejandro’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning into the dark as he held her. His arms never loosened their grip, and his whispers never ceased, even as her breathing steadied into sleep.


    And though she finally found rest, Alejandro didn’t. Not while the woman in his arms trembled.


    Alejandro held her tighter, his jaw tightening as his eyes darkened with something lethal. Whoever was behind this–whoever dared to torment her–wasn’t just pushing Nivera to the edge. They were signing their own death sentence.


    He shifted carefully, easing her weight in his arms, and carried her back to the bed. Heid her down gently, pulling the nket over her trembling body.


    For a long moment, he stood there in silence, watching her sleep, his hand brushing her hair back from her damp face.


    His expression was unreadable, but his mind was anything but calm.


    Alejandro exhaled slowly, turning back to Nivera. His Cabezota. His problem, his possession.


    And now–his war.


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