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Part II — The Turning Tide
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Snow returned, softening nothing. Isla sat in her patrol car with Mahdi’s scarf in her lap. The radio barked: Unrest reported near the hotel. Secure perimeter. Protect property. Prevent escalation. Repeat — focus on premises, not on residents.
She pressed the scarf to her face, breathing in the faint trace of him. Then she started the engine, knowing the night ahead would test them both beyond words.
He poured. Their fingers brushed again, and this time Isla didn’t pull away. When he leaned closer, she kissed him, slow now, not desperate but deliberate. The taste of tea lingered on their lips.
Later, in a narrow staff room with the blinds drawn, their closeness deepened into an intimacy wordless but undeniable. The world outside was hostile, but in that hidden hour, they chose to be only themselves: two people refusing to be broken by the walls around them.
Morning came heavy with smoke. Barricades of plywood covered the hotel’s broken windows. The official log called it “minor disturbance.” Isla still heard the screams in her head.
Mahdi brought her tea, his hand steady despite the bruises on his arm. “You should sleep.”
“They’ll come back,” she murmured.
“Then let us not waste the hours we still have.”
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