Someone, something…
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The realization hung heavy. Someone—or something—was in their cabin, taking pictures of them without their knowledge. Emily’s body trembled with cold dread.
She couldn’t bring herself to turn around, to confirm what the photo suggested. Jason gritted his teeth, instincts flaring. His protective urge overrode caution. “Stay here,” he ordered, squaring his shoulders. Emily’s heart screamed in protest.
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