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That option’s worse.
Much worse.
“Name,” I say.
Not asking.
Not suggesting.
Command.
She stiffens.
Just slightly.
Then—
“…I don’t have one yet.”
I don’t believe that.
Not for a second.
“You’re holding something back.”
“I’m confirming something first.”
“With what time?” I gesture around us. “We’re being hunted.”
“I know.”
“Then say it.”
She steps closer.
Not backing down.
Never backing down.
“If I’m wrong,” she says, voice low, “I burn the wrong person.”
“And if you’re right?”
Her eyes don’t leave mine.
“Then we’re already too late.”
Mila
He doesn’t likethat answer.
Good.
Neither do I.
“We need to move,” he says finally.
“Yes.”
