Speaking in riddles
His words lingered like riddles, pulling tension tighter around them. Morgan could feel it, the strange balance between hope and unease. Andrew’s voice dipped lower, drawing the marines closer without realizing. “We heard you approaching,” Andrew explained carefully. “So I came ahead. I wanted to speak first, to ask for help—and to give warning.” His emphasis on the last word shifted the air, Morgan’s frown deepening. His instincts screamed caution, his patience wearing thinner.
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