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Jase
Yeah.
I know.
She finishes securing the bandage.
Careful.
Precise.
Close.
Too close.
“You could’ve run,” I say.
“You would’ve been safer.”
She looks up at me.
And there’s nothing guarded in her expression now.
Nothing hidden.
Nothing held back.
“I wasn’t leaving you.”
That—
That hits harder than anything else today.
A faint crackle comes from the wreckage of the drone.
Both of us freeze.
Turn.
“…that shouldn’t be doing that,” Mila says.
The broken drone sparks again—
Then—
A voice cuts through the static.
Distorted.
Cold.
Controlled.
“Asset confirmed.”
My blood runs cold.
“They’re not just watching us,” Mila whispers.
