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“Still true.”
Then I lean down and kiss her again.
This time—
No gunfire.
No countdown clock.
No collapsing city.
Just the quiet rooftop.
The wind.
And the lights of Los Angeles stretching forever beneath us.
Behind us—
Logan nudges Cyclone.
Cyclone nudges River.
Gage grins.
River shakes his head.
“About time.”
Russ smirks.
“Yeah.”
Logan whispers, “Took them long enough.”
River folds his arms.
Then looks back at the skyline.
“Let them have the moment.”
And for the first time all night—
Everything is quiet.
Los Angeles safe.
The system stable.
The storm finally over.
For now.
50
Wren
Ishould be sleeping.
