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That gets my attention.
“That’s not just restricted.”
“I know.”
“Who had access?”
She hesitates.
Just for a second.
But I see it.
That flicker.
That calculation.
That tells me everything I need to know.
“You’re not saying,” I note.
“I’m deciding.”
“Same difference.”
“No,” she says sharply. “It’s not.”
We stop moving.
Not planned.
Not coordinated.
It just—
Happens.
Because this?
This matters more than the next ten yards of forest.
Mila
I don’t wantto say it.
Because once I do—
There’s no taking it back.
“You asked who had access,” I say slowly.
“I did.”
I meet his eyes.
Steady.
Certain.
