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As I followed Carlos out of the park, my mind was swirling with questions. How had he known I was here? We hadn't seen each other in almost a month-both of

us wrapped up in our own work, in our own lives.

Carlos was always busy, buried in whatever important tasks demanded his

attention. And I... well, my days had been full too, especially with Cyrus. But somehow, here he was, showing up at exactly the right moment. The timing felt strange, almost calculated. I glanced at him, his face as unreadable as ever, cool and detached like nothing in

the world could faze him. I wanted to ask him how he'd known to come, but

he spoke.

before I could get the words out, he

"I heard from Vesta," Carlos said, his voice calm but with a hint of something more beneath the surface. "She mentioned you

didn't want anything happening were here, and I came right away. I

were clipped, direct.

I'd grown

the experiment was having problems.

back a sigh. That was Carlos for you-blunt, to the point of rudeness, always referring to Cyrus as an "experiment." It stung a little, hearing him speak

I'd learned to live with it. Carlos's way of speaking didn't change the fact

him. His little wolf tail wagged excitedly as he looked up at Carlos with bright, eager eyes. "Carlos!" he called, squirming a bit in my arms. "Can I

Carlos had always had a soft spot for Cyrus. I

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scooped Cyrus up. His face remained stern, but there was a certain care in the way

lab. The medical

came rushing back as we neared

with a mixture of anxiety and

we arrived, Carlos led the way inside, carrying Cyrus into the lab. I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry as I watched them disappear through the doors. No matter how many times I told myself that this was all part of the project, that Cyrus was being closely monitored to ensure his health, it never got easier. I hated the cold, clinical feel of the place, hated the

would mean for both you and Cyrus." His words cut through me, a reminder of the decision I had made, the choice that had led me here. I opened my mouth to respond, but before

too, in

the latest project. She and I had bonded over the shared frustrations of being on the

eye.