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Sweat sliding down my spine beneath my training shirt.

My hands open, posture low, exactly as I had been taught to hold after a full-force counter: balanced, controlled, ready for the next threat.

Somewhere behind me, somebody whispered, “Holy hell.”

I heard the words as if from underwater.

Across from me on the mat, Dean looked up with murder in his eyes and agony all over his face.