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Hard.
“And?” I ask.
Ronan pauses just long enough to make it matter.
“And they’re about to realize… Lark didn’t come out empty-handed.”
My pulse steadies.
Not fear.
Not anymore.
Awareness.
Because this?
This isn’t over.
Not even close.
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The room is silent.
Not tense.
Not chaotic.
Controlled.
Which makes the shift that follows even sharper.
“They got her out.”
No one reacts immediately.
Then—
“Yes.”
“And the node?”
A beat.
“Lost.”
That lands.
Heavier than it should.
The man at the head of the table closes his eyes.
Just for a second.
Not defeat.
