Isaac has spent two years outrunning the one person he can't stop thinking about. He's built a life out of nothing—cramped apartment, dead-end job, one friend who keeps him sane. It isn't much, but it's his. Then his Friday night goes sideways, and suddenly he's back inside walls he swore he'd never see again.

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Whichello has survived fourteen hundred years on one principle: trust no one. He's never had a reason to question it. Until now. The red panda is small, mouthy, and absolutely refuses to fear the right things. Whichello tells himself this is about ownership. Control. Keeping what belongs to him.

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He almost believes it.

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Two people who've spent their whole lives running from something are about to discover the most dangerous thing isn't what's chasing them. It's what they've been running toward all along.