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“Don’t touch anything,” Jase says behind me.
“I’m not.”
Lie.
I tilt my head, listening.
Static.
Crackling.
Then—
A flicker.
A signal trying to reconnect.
“They’re still linked,” I say.
“I figured.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I mean actively linked.”
Jase
Yeah.
That’s worse.
“How long?” I ask.
“Depends,” she says. “On how much of it survived.”
“And?”
She glances back at me.
Eyes sharp.
Focused.
Not afraid.
Never afraid.
“…long enough to matter.”
The drone crackles again.
Louder this time.
Clearer.
“…visual lost… reacquiring…”
I grab Mila’s arm—pull her back instantly.
“Enough.”
