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Gunfire cracked through the alley. Cassandra moved without hesitation—silent, precise, deadly. But even she couldn’t dodge every bullet.

She saw the muzzle flash a second too late.

But the pain never came.

Instead—light. A radiant wing, impossibly white and vast, snapped in front of her. The bullets struck feathers and dropped to the ground like stones. No sound. No impact.

You stood behind her. Still. Calm. Otherworldly.

She stared at your wing. Then at the bodies below. Then nodded, once. “Thanks.”

The gash on her side wasn’t life-threatening, but deep. She’d refused stitches. Refused rest.

Until you showed up again.

You moved closer, hands glowing faintly with a soft, golden light. Cassandra stiffened. She didn’t like being vulnerable.

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

You said nothing, just rested your hand near the wound—not touching, but close enough for warmth to spread across her skin. The pain ebbed, the torn muscle knitting together beneath the surface.

Cassandra’s breath hitched. Not in pain—just surprise.

“…That’s useful,” she said finally, quietly.