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    With every step, my unease grew heavier. I pulled at Martin’s hand, gasping for breath. “Why does it feel like they’re driving us somewhere specific?”


    Martin seemed to catch on, his face hardening as he nced back at the soldiers. “Do you know what Antoni’s up to?”


    I shook my head, feeling more lost than ever. My heart pounded, and the sense of something terribly wrong only deepened. Before we knew it, we found ourselves outside a hospital, out of breath and still none the wiser.


    The soldiers’ footsteps behind us grew louder, echoing in the still air. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a warehouse, its door cracked just enough to slip through.


    “Quick, let’s hide in there!” I hissed, grabbing Martin’s sleeve and pulling him toward it.


    Martin followed my gaze, and just as the soldiers closed in on us, he yanked me into the warehouse. We ducked behind a partition in the far corner, hearts racing.


    The space behind the partition was so cramped, we were pressed against each other, and I could feel the heat of Martin’s breath, quick and shallow, against my skin.


    An odd warmth surged through me, spreading like wildfire, and my face flushed with it.


    I shifted ufortably, trying to pull away to put some space between us.


    But Martin quickly caught my wrist and with a swift tug, yanked me back.


    “Stay still. Someone’sing,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent.


    We were even closer now, almost nose to nose, and I could feel the warmth of Martin’s breath mingling with mine.


    A sudden jolt shot through my chest; something felt off. I reached out instinctively and touched Martin’s arm.


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    It was burning. His body heat was like fire, radiating through his clothes.


    I looked up at him, ready to ask what was going on, but when our eyes met, I was frozen in shock.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I stood there, utterly stunned, as I stared at Martin’s face, unable toprehend what I was seeing. It was as if I had been under some sort of spell, frozen in shock.


    The man standing before me was undeniably Martin, but his face had changed so dramatically that it was like looking at apletely different person.


    Gone was the face that used to blend into a crowd so seamlessly that you’d forget him the moment you turned away. Now, Martin looked like a man straight out of a dream, impossibly handsome.


    He must’ve been in his thirties, with piercing eyes, a strong nose, and lips that seemed sculpted to perfection—like a masterpiecee to life. It was the kind of face that made all words of admiration feel utterly inadequate.


    Snapping out of my daze, I blinked in confusion and whispered, “Martin… who… who are you really?”


    A soft flush crept up Martin’s face, and his sharp eyes softened, as if he was in a trance. There was a fleeting moment of difort as he struggled to hide something beneath the surface.


    Looking at my face, still filled with disbelief, he awkwardly looked away, his voice a little uncertain. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.


    I couldn’t help but point at his face, my voice sharp as I demanded, “Who are you? Are you some kind of magician with a disguise?”


    Martin’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my words. He touched his face, a realization dawning on him, and he quickly turned away, flustered.


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