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Here we are.
Jase
I press backagainst the stone, pulling her in with me.
Not gently.
Not optional.
Necessary.
Outside—
Boots hit gravel.
Voices.
Close.
Too close.
“They came this way.”
“Spread out.”
Yeah.
They’re not guessing anymore.
I shift Mila in front of me, one arm braced beside her head against the rock, the other keeping her close—shielded, hidden, contained.
Her back presses against my chest.
Heat.
Solid.
Real.
Too real.
“Don’t move,”I whisper in her ear.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Good.
Because if she does—
They’ll see her.
And that’s not happening.
Not today.
Not ever.
Mila
