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I ran.

I didn’t feel my feet hit the ground—I didn’t feel anything except the panic drilling through my ribs as I tore through the corridor toward the courtroom doors. Voices leaked through the cracks before I reached them—too loud, too frantic, too late. My chest tightened. My throat burned.

They had started without me.

I shoved the doors open.

Torches flickered against stone. Bodies packed the benches. Logan knelt at the center of the room, hands bound, head bowed so ...