Ilang minuto akong nakatitig sa video, hindi makagalaw at hinahayaan lamang iyon na mag-play. I was watching myself shoot arrows, my stomach twisting. Cyan had been there. He'd filmed my game and posted it for everyone to see. I couldn't decide if I was more annoyed or shocked.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. Before I could type anything, Gray sent another message.

Gray DiMarco: Cyan's video is really something, huh? He's proud of you.

I blinked, rereading Gray's message. Proud of me? The realization hit me like a stray arrow. Cyan hadn't just stopped by out of boredom. He'd gone out of his way to watch my match—and film it. Pero ano ito? Bakit ipinapakita ito sa akin ni Gray? Inilalakad niya ba ang kapatid niya? Nako! Kahit itakbo niya pa.

Napairap ako at mas pinili na lang na mainis.

Pinagmasdan kong muli ang video bago basahin ang mga comment doon. There were plenty of them—friends of Cyan's, classmates, and even some of my schoolmates who had stumbled upon the post.

"Wow, amazing shot!"

"Galing ni Idol!"

"Crush ko 'yan si Harlow, eh!"

"You captured this so well, Cyan. Super inspiring!"

To my annoyance, Cyan had replied to almost every comment, his responses oozing with pride.

"Right? She's incredible."

"Best performance I've ever seen live."

"I knew I had to capture this moment."

May isa siyang hindi nireplyan. Iyong nagsabi na crush niya daw ako, schoolmate ko 'yun. Kilala ko. Nag-angry react pa ang tanga na ito! Sobrang petty talaga ni Ciano, eh. Nagpatuloy pa ako sa pagbabasa. Maraming nag-react at comment sa post niya. Famous, eh.

But... come on! I scowled at the screen, my irritation mounting. Wasn't he supposed to have a girlfriend? What would she think about all this? If I had a boyfriend, I'd definitely have a problem with him posting about another girl like this—and in public, no less!

Tarantado talaga ang Ciano na ito!

As I debated whether to scroll further, a new notification popped up.

Cyan DiMarco sent you a friend request.

I froze for a moment, swallowing hard. Ano bang ginagawa niya? Ni-reject ko na ang request niya, ah? Bakit umuulit pa siya? Ayaw ko nga siyang kaibigan! Parang tanga naman!

For a few long seconds, I stared at the request, debating my options. Decline? Ignore? Block? But then again, I rarely opened Facebook anyway. What harm could it do? Fine. Kung ide-decline ko ay magse-send lang ulit ang tangang ito. Kung block naman baka lalong matuwa na apektado ako sa pagpapapansin niya at kung ano pa ang isipin.

I hit Accept, deciding I wouldn't overthink it. And just to avoid seeming like I'd missed his effort entirely, I went back to the post and liked the video. That's enough acknowledgement.

Not a second later, my messenger dinged with a new message.

Cyan DiMarco: Like lang?

Eh, ano pa bang reaksyon ang gusto niya? I groaned, rolling my eyes so hard it felt like they might fall out of my head. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I reluctantly typed a response.

Me: Don't push it, DiMarco.

His reply came immediately.

Cyan DiMarco: Not pushing, just observing. You're not as annoyed as usual. Progress?

Me: In your dreams. I liked the video, that's all you're getting.

Cyan DiMarco: Yeah. Soon it's me you'll like.

Asa!

I stared at Cyan's last message, my fingers itching to type back something sarcastic, but I stopped myself. Not worth it. Instead, I logged off, tucked my phone into the drawer of my bedside table, and slammed it shut. Out of sight, out of mind. I didn't need further distractions, especially not from Cyan and his never-ending antics.

Mas naging buhos pa ang atensyon ko sa practice nang mga sumunod na araw. My focus shifted entirely to preparing for the upcoming national archery trials. Each practice session was more intense than the last. Nakakatuwa lang palagi namang masaya si Coach Daryl sa progress ko.

"Good, Harrie!" Coach Daryl yelled as I released another perfect shot. "That's the consistency I want to see."

I nodded, wiping the sweat off my brow as I reached for another arrow. The trials were less than two weeks away, and I wasn't going to let anything—or anyone—get in the way of my performance.

By the afternoon, my schedule shifted to Pen Def training. Today was physical training, and it was grueling as usual. After an intense session of sprint drills and bodyweight exercises, I headed to the locker room, the muscles in my legs burning. Changing into my tactical gear was second nature by now, and I felt a familiar rush of adrenaline as I strapped on the equipment.

Paglabas ko ay nakita ko agad si Gray, katatapos lang rin magbihis.

"DiMarco," bati ko sa kaniya.

He turned, giving me a nod. "Harrie."

"You're here early," I remarked, adjusting the straps on my gloves.

"So are you," he replied, his tone even. "Figured I'd get a head start on warm-ups."

"Good call," I said, brushing past him toward the training mats. "You'll need it."

He smirked faintly, falling into step beside me. "Confident today, aren't we?"

"Always," I shot back, stretching out my arms.

The training area was already buzzing with activity. Ridge was sparring with Uncle Dan in the corner, his movements precise and controlled. May mga bagong part ng security team rin na tini-train si Tito Rance, they were running drills.

"What's the focus today?" I asked Gray as I rolled my shoulders.

"Close combat," tugon niya.

"Great," I muttered. Just what my sore muscles needed.

Gray chuckled. "You can handle it."

"Of course I can," I replied, tightening the straps on my gloves. "Question is, can you keep up?"

He grinned, stepping onto the mat. "Care to test that theory?"

"Don't tempt me," I said, smirking as I followed.

Gray stood across from me on the mat, his stance relaxed but clearly ready. Mataman niya akong pinagmamasdan na tila binabasa ang bawat galaw ko. He was calculating every move before I even made it. It was a trait I'd come to expect from him—serious, methodical, always in control.

"Whenever you're ready," he said, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

I rolled my shoulders, planting my feet firmly. "Don't say I didn't warn you, DiMarco."

He didn't respond, just motioned with his hand for me to start. That smug calmness of his was enough to light a spark of competitive fire in me.

I moved first, closing the distance between us with a swift jab aimed at his side. He dodged easily, stepping back and deflecting my follow-up strike with his forearm. He countered quickly, aiming for my shoulder, but I ducked and spun away, creating distance.

"Not bad," he said, his voice even, as if we were discussing the weather.

"Not bad? I'm just warming up," I replied, circling him slowly.

He smirked. "Good. I'd hate for this to be too easy."

His taunt was enough to make me lunge again, this time feinting a high attack before sweeping low toward his legs. He caught on quickly, stepping to the side and blocking me with precision. His movements were fluid, controlled, as if he'd been practicing these techniques for years.

"Focus, Harrie," he said, his tone almost teasing as he deflected another punch.

Kainis!

"I am focused," I shot back, my frustration bubbling as I aimed a kick at his torso. He blocked it with both arms but stumbled slightly, giving me an opening. I pressed forward, throwing a combination of punches that forced him to retreat.

But Gray wasn't easy to corner. He ducked under my last strike and twisted behind me, locking my arm in a firm hold.

"Gotcha," he said, his voice smug.

I gritted my teeth, twisting sharply to break free and throwing my weight forward to regain balance. "Not for long."

The sparring continued, each of us trading blows and counters, testing each other's reflexes and endurance. Sweat dripped down my temple, but I refused to slow down. Gray was good—better than I'd given him credit for. But I wasn't about to let him win.

As I landed a solid hit to his side, he staggered slightly, grinning through the pain.

"Alright," he said, his breath heavy. "You've got some fire today."

"Always do," I replied, stepping back to reset my stance.

Tumango siya at muling sumeryoso ang anyo. "Let's see how much longer you can keep it up."

The challenge in his voice made me smirk. "Longer than you, DiMarco."

Before either of us could make a move, the door to the training area opened, and the sound of footsteps made me glance over my shoulder.

Walang iba kundi si Ciano. He was geared up and looking every inch the annoyance I didn't need right now. His tactical vest fit snugly over his broad shoulders, emphasizing his lean, athletic frame. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd run his fingers through it one too many times, and his piercing blue eyes were locked on me with unnerving intensity. He was calm, collected—too collected—and I could feel the heat of his gaze as if it were a physical thing.

Ano na naman ang problema nito?

Si Gray naman ay ngumisi lang nang makita ang papansin niyang kapatid.

"Didn't know you two were close," iritadong sabi ni Cyan, nasa akin lamang ang tingin. Ni hindi binalingan ang kapatid.

I rolled my eyes, not dignifying his comment with a response. Instead, I launched myself at Gray without warning, throwing a sharp jab at his side.

"Hey!" Gray groaned, blocking me a second too late. "I wasn't ready!"

"You should always be ready," I retorted, delivering a swift kick that he barely dodged. "Lesson one: never let your guard down, honey."

Gray groaned dramatically, sidestepping my next punch. "Unfair, honey."

"Life's unfair," I shot back, pressing my advantage.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Cyan move closer, his presence looming. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning casually against the wall but never taking his eyes off us.

"Galingan mo, Low. Gray ang pangalan niyan hindi 'honey,'"

"Don't call me that," I snapped, landing a clean hit on Gray's shoulder. He stumbled slightly, muttering something about my unfair tactics.

"Anong gusto mong itawag ko sa'yo? Baby?"

Aba! Matapang ang isang 'to porke si Uncle Dan ang instructor namin ngayon at hindi si Dad. Kung si Dad ang narito ay hindi 'yan makakaporma ng ganyan. I ignored him, focusing entirely on Gray, who was now stepping up his game. He threw a feint, trying to catch me off guard, but I deflected it with ease, countering with a quick jab that made him retreat.

"Not bad," Gray said, grinning despite the sweat dripping down his face. "But I'm not going easy anymore, honey."

Narinig ko pa ang iritadong bulong ni Cyan pero hindi ko na iyon naintindihan dahil ayaw ko rin namang intindihin. Bahala siya dyan.

"Who said I wanted you to?" I replied, my tone sharp. I was fully in the zone now, blocking out everything except the fight in front of me.

Well, almost everything. Cyan's presence was a constant weight in the background, his gaze burning into me as if he were analyzing every move I made. It was infuriating, distracting—and exactly what I didn't need.

But I wasn't about to let him, or anyone else, throw me off. Not today. Gray threw another punch, and I met it head-on, determined to prove that nothing—not even Cyan—could shake my focus.

I was getting closer to overwhelming him, my movements sharp and precise. He stumbled slightly as I landed a quick jab, grinning despite the impact.

"Alright, alright, honey," Gray muttered, stepping back to shake off the hit. "You're relentless."

"Don't quit now, Gray," I teased, stepping forward to press my advantage.

Before I could land another strike, Uncle Dan's booming voice filled the room.

"Alright, enough sparring! Everyone, form a line! Training is starting."

Gray straightened immediately, letting out a breath as he dropped his hands.

"Saved by the bell," he said, grinning.

Natatawang humiwalay na rin ako. "That was a good fight, honey."

"Good? I'd say great," he replied, chuckling as he wiped sweat from his brow. "You almost had me."

"Almost?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Please, I had you."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he said as we joined the others in a line.

Cyan, still leaning casually against the wall, pushed off with an irritated expression. His jaw was tight, seryoso ang anyo at mukhang galit. Nang magtama ang aming mga mata ay agad siyang umiwas ng tingin. Hindi ko alam kung ano na naman ang problema niya at wala rin talaga akong pakialam kaya hindi ko na pinansin.

He fell in line next to Gray, and I couldn't help but notice the sharpness in his movements. Miski sa iba ay maaskad siya. Pissed? Good.

Ridge joined us as well, standing tall and composed as always. The four of us stood shoulder to shoulder, listening as Uncle Dan gave instructions for the day's training.

"We're pairing up for today's drills," panimula nito habang naglalakad sa aming harapan, isa-isa kaming inoobserbahan. "You'll be working on close-quarters combat and strategy."

I held my breath, silently praying to be paired with Ridge or Gray. Both were steady, reliable partners. Anyone but—

"Harlow and Cyan," Uncle Dan said, and my stomach dropped.

Of course.

Gray gave me a sympathetic glance, while Ridge remained stoic, though I could see the faintest twitch of amusement in the corner of his mouth. Nanunukso pa, eh. Sarap sikmuraan. Cyan, on the other hand, looked like a cat who'd just caught a canary.

His face was a picture of intensity as he stepped onto the mat, his jaw tight and his movements sharp. He squared his shoulders, his blue eyes locking onto mine like a hunter sizing up his prey.

Nabuhay rin ang inis sa dibdib ko. Mas lalo ko tuloy gustong manakit.

"Ready?" Masungit niyang tanong.

I rolled my eyes, matching his stance. "Just get on with it."

Uncle Dan blew his whistle, and the drill began. Cyan moved first, coming at me with a calculated strike aimed at my shoulder. I deflected it with ease, stepping to the side and countering with a quick jab to his ribs. He blocked it sharply, the force of his forearm meeting mine making my muscles sting.

"You're being sloppy," he muttered under his breath, keeping his voice low enough that Uncle Dan couldn't hear.

Galit nga siya at mukhang gustong makipag-away. Puwes, ako rin!

"Sloppy?" I hissed back, deflecting another strike. "You're projecting."

He scoffed, coming at me faster this time, his strikes precise and deliberate. "You're distracted. Thinking about your honey?"

I stumbled slightly, caught off guard by his tone. "What?"

"You heard me," he said, his eyes narrowing as he dodged my counterattack. "Gray. Honey. Cute."

I smirked despite my irritation, leaning into the jab. "Jealous much, baby?"

His jaw ticked, and his next strike came harder, forcing me to step back. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? It suits you," I teased, ducking under his arm and sweeping at his legs. He jumped back, glaring at me. "So sensitive today, baby."

"Stop it, Harlow," he growled, mas humina at naging mapanganib ang tinig.

"Make me," I shot back, landing a quick tap on his ribs that made him stumble slightly.

He straightened, his expression dark. "You're really pushing it."

"And you're really mad for no reason," I countered, deflecting his next strike and stepping closer. "What's your deal, Cyan?"

"You," he hissed, leaning in as if to make sure only I could hear. "You're my deal. Always acting like I don't exist until you need someone to spar with."

"Wrong," I replied, spinning out of his reach and landing a light kick to his shin. "I don't ever need you, baby."

"Yeah?" he shot back, dodging my next jab and stepping closer, his breath brushing against my ear. "Then stop calling me baby."

"Stop acting like one," I retorted, pushing him back with a well-placed strike to his chest.

Uncle Dan's sharp whistle cut through the tension, signaling the end of the drill. Cyan and I both froze, our breathing heavy.

"Good," Uncle Dan called. "Keep that energy for the next round."

Uncle Dan signaled a short break, and I took the opportunity to grab a water bottle from the sidelines. Sinundan ako ni Cyan habang nagpupunas ng sariling pawis. Nakamasid pa rin sa akin. Nakakabuwisit ang itsura.

"You're quiet," tinabihan niya ako, umabot rin ng sarili niyang tubig.

"Saving my energy," I shot back, taking a long sip from my bottle.

"Good," he replied, smirking faintly. "You'll need it."

Before I could respond, Uncle Dan's voice boomed again. "Alright, back on the mats! Next drill is hand-to-hand combat. This is about control and precision. I don't want anyone going overboard—keep it clean."

I stepped back onto the mat, resetting my stance as Cyan moved to face me again. His expression had softened just slightly, but the sharpness in his gaze was still there, focused entirely on me.

"Let's see if you can keep up," mayabang niyang hamon sa akin.

"Stop talking and focus," I snapped, lunging forward with a quick strike aimed at his side.

He deflected it easily, but instead of countering, he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're so tense, baby,"

Sandali kong nilingon ang kinatatayuan ni Uncle Dan para tignan kung narinig kami nito ngunit mukhang hindi dahil abala itong panuorin ang magandang laban nina Ridge at Gray. Puwede bang manuod na lang rin ako? Ayaw ko na sa DiMarco na kapares ko, eh!

"Stop calling me that," I growled, twisting away and aiming a sharp jab at his chest. He caught my wrist mid-air, his grip firm but careful, as if he were holding something fragile.

"Why?" he asked, his tone lighter now. "You don't like it? Ano? Ikaw lang ang puwedeng tumawag sa akin ng ganoon?"

"Your girlfriend wouldn't like it," I hissed, wrenching my hand free and moving in for another attack. This time, I aimed low, sweeping at his legs with enough force to knock him off balance. He jumped back but didn't retaliate, just smirked.

"Don't have one," he said, his voice calm, like he hadn't just dodged a serious hit.

I paused for a split second, my confusion breaking my rhythm. "Yeah, right."

"I don't," he insisted, stepping toward me again. His movements were so controlled it was almost infuriating. "Believe what you want, but I'm telling you the truth."

Ginagago ako nito. Ano pala si Wendy kung ganoon?

I scoffed, twisting sharply to avoid his next move. "Spare me, DiMarco. You really expect me to buy that?"

He blocked my next punch, his hand catching my forearm gently. "Why would I lie?"

"Because you're you," I shot back, forcing him to step back as I pressed forward with a series of quick strikes. Each one landed with a satisfying thud against his arms and chest, but instead of countering, he just groaned softly, absorbing the blows.

"Damn, baby," he muttered, his voice low enough to make my blood boil. "You've got a lot of anger."

"Sabing huwag mo akong tawaging baby, eh!" I snapped, landing another hit squarely on his shoulder. He winced, but there was no fight in his response—just that infuriating smirk.

"Why is it okay for you to call me baby, but I can't call you that?" he asked, his voice mocking but calm as he carefully dodged my next strike. "Gusto ko rin na baby kita..."

I stopped, glaring at him. "Because, baby, I don't have a boyfriend—and you have a girlfriend."

His smirk faltered for just a second before he let out a frustrated groan. "Wala nga akong girlfriend, Low. Ang kulit mo naman, eh."

"Yeah, sure," I shot back sarcastically, stepping toward him with a quick jab. "Kaya pala si Wendy... Ano? Subukan mong i-deny!"

He sighed, blocking my punch with minimal effort. "Wendy isn't my girlfriend. She never was. She's just—"

"Just what? Convenient?" I cut him off, landing a palm strike against his chest with enough force to make him stumble.

"No!" he snapped, grabbing my wrist mid-air as I went for another hit. His grip was firm but still careful. "Why are you so fixated on this?"

I twisted out of his hold, delivering another sharp kick to his side. "I'm not fixated!"

"Really?" he countered, stepping back and holding up his hands defensively. "Then why do you seem so bothered, Harlow?"

I froze for a fraction of a second, his words hitting a nerve I didn't want to acknowledge. Bothered? Me? No way. I pressed forward with more force, my frustration pouring into every move.

"You're such a coward, Cyan," I growled, throwing a series of punches that he deflected easily. "You can't even fight back. Afraid to hurt me, huh?"

"I'm not a coward," he said, his voice steady despite the blows landing on his arms. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"Why not?" I demanded, landing another strike on his shoulder. He winced but didn't retaliate. "This is training! You're supposed to fight! Saktan mo ko, tanga!"

"I'd never forgive myself if I did," he said simply, catching my next punch and holding my fist gently. His words were calm, but his gaze burned with intensity. "And that's why I'm careful with you."

I pulled my hand back, staring at him in disbelief. His expression wasn't smug anymore—it was serious, raw, almost vulnerable. It made my chest tighten in a way I hated.

"That's pathetic," I muttered, stepping back to reset my stance. "If you can't handle this, maybe you shouldn't be here."

He didn't respond right away, just stood there watching me, his jaw tight.

"You're wrong, Harlow," mas humina pa ang tinig niya na tanging kaming dalawa lamang ang nakakarinig. "I can handle a lot of things. But hurting you? That's something I'll never do."

Mabilis akong humiwalay kay Cyan nang muling tumunog ang whistle ni Uncle Dan. I moved toward the line where Ridge and Gray were already waiting. Hinihingal ako kaya may excuse rin para hindi magsalita.

Gray shot me a questioning glance, but I ignored it, keeping my eyes fixed forward. Si Ridge naman ay hindi ako pinansin, sa harap rin nakatuon ang tingin.

Cyan, of course, took his spot behind me, his presence looming like a storm cloud. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of turning around.

"Alright, listen up!" Uncle Dan barked, pacing in front of us. "Next up is endurance and speed drills. You'll be working in pairs to complete a timed obstacle course. Precision, teamwork, and stamina are key. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" we all answered in unison, though my voice was weaker than usual. Damn you, DiMarco.

Uncle Dan clapped his hands. "Good. First pair, Ridge and Gray. You're up."

Ridge nodded sharply, and Gray gave me a small grin before stepping forward. They moved to the starting point, their movements purposeful and confident.

"DiMarco, Montezor," Uncle Dan said, his gaze sharp as he pointed to Cyan and me. "You're next. Watch and learn."

My stomach twisted as I fought to focus on Ridge and Gray's run through the course. The obstacle course was brutal—vaulting over walls, crawling under low beams, sprinting through tires, and ending with a precision throw at a target. It required both physical strength and coordination, and Ridge and Gray executed it like a well-oiled machine.

"Thirty-seven seconds," Uncle Dan announced as they finished, his tone approving. "Not bad."

Ridge and Gray returned to the line, both panting but looking pleased with their time.

Gray glanced at me as he passed. "Good luck, honey."

Napangisi ako. Pinanindigan na talaga. Humakbang na ako, si Cyan naman ay agad na nakasunod sa akin, bumubulong pa.

"Ready na ba baby ko?"

I whipped my head around to glare at him. "Tumigil ka nga, Ciano!"

He smirked, unfazed. "Focus, Low. We've got an obstacle course to crush."

I rolled my eyes and faced forward, determined not to let him distract me further. Uncle Dan's whistle blew, and we launched into the course.

The walls came first. I vaulted over them with ease, my body moving on autopilot. Cyan followed closely, his movements just as fluid. We crawled under the beams next, the dirt scraping against my palms as I pushed through. I could hear Cyan just behind me, his breathing steady.

When we reached the sprint, I pushed myself harder, my legs burning as I navigated the tires. Cyan matched my pace, his footsteps close enough that I could feel the air shift behind me.

The second to the last challenge was the precision throw. I grabbed the weighted ball, aiming carefully before launching it at the target. It hit dead center, and Cyan's throw followed a split second later, just as accurate.

The final sprint was in sight, the finish line only a few meters away. My legs burned with exertion, my lungs screamed for air, but I pushed harder, determined to finish strong. Cyan was just behind me, his pace steady and relentless.

Then it happened.

My foot caught awkwardly on one of the uneven platforms, and I stumbled. Pain shot through my ankle as I tried to regain my balance, but it was too late. I fell hard, skidding across the dirt and coming to a jarring stop.

"Damn it!" I hissed, clutching my leg. The sharp, throbbing pain was impossible to ignore.

Cyan was at my side in seconds.

"Harlow!" His voice was frantic, his hands immediately on my shoulders to steady me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I snapped, trying to push myself up. The moment I put weight on my injured leg, a wave of pain made me gasp.

"Fine, my ass!" he growled, already looping an arm around me. "Stop moving."

"I don't need your help!" I protested, shoving at him weakly. "Just let me finish—"

"Like hell you're finishing this!" Cyan barked, lifting me effortlessly into his arms.

"Put me down, DiMarco!" I yelled, squirming against his hold.

"Stop fighting me, baby," he gritted out, his voice strained but firm. "You're hurt."

I glared at him, my face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I told you not to call me that!"

"And I'm telling you to stop overexerting yourself!" he shot back, already moving toward the finish line. His pace was steady but deliberate, his breath coming in heavy pants as he carried me. "What the hell were you thinking, practicing with your honey before this? Matigas ang ulo mo, eh. Nagsasayang ka ng lakas."

"Ano bang pinagsasabi mo?" I snapped, wincing as a jolt of pain shot through my leg. "I was just doing my drills!"

"Drills? With Gray?" he spat, his tone sharper now. "Nag-s-sparring na kayo bago pa man magsimula. Tapos ngayon sa'kin, pagod ka na. Bumibigay na 'yang mga binti mo."

"That's none of your business!" I hissed, glaring at him as he carried me past the last obstacle.

"It is when you're about to collapse mid-training," he shot back, his jaw tight. "Ang tigas ng ulo mo, Harlow."

We crossed the finish line, and Uncle Dan immediately strode over. Maging sina Ridge at Gray ay lumapit na rin kaya halos mapaikot ang aking mga mata.

"Anong nangyari, Harrie?" Tanong ni Uncle Dan.

"She fell," si Cyan ang sumagot, hindi pa rin ako ibinababa. "Nasalo ko."

"I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth, trying to squirm out of Cyan's grip again.

"You're not," Cyan said firmly, holding me tighter. "And you're not walking on that leg until we get it checked."

Uncle Dan nodded, sandali akong binalingan. "Take her to the medic."

"I don't need—" I started, but Cyan silenced me with a sharp look.

"Stop arguing for once, Harlow," he said quietly, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Let me take care of this."

I bit my lip, swallowing back another retort as Cyan carried me toward the medic station. His grip was strong, steady, and annoyingly protective. Damn him.

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