Mikhailis hesitated briefly, gaze fixed on the sleeping forms of his companions. He clenched his fists, nails biting sharply into his palms. "They'll be safer this way. We can't risk them getting hurt further."
"Appreciate the concern," Mikhailis replied with a smirk, stretching and rolling his shoulders experintally. Power humd beneath his skin, a feeling so intoxicatingly potent that it threatened to consu him if left unchecked. Yet alongside the thrill was a stark awareness: he danced perilously close to a line that, once crossed, could lead to irreversible consequences.
He exhaled slowly, forcibly grounding himself as his mind raced with implications. Was this strength his own now, or was he rely borrowing it temporarily from a source he didn't fully understand? He shoved aside the nagging doubts forcefully. No ti for hesitation—not anymore.
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