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Of course he doesn’t.
Mila
“…for integration,”Ford says calmly.
Everything inside me goes cold.
“No,”I whisper.
“That anomaly you found?” he continues.
“That wasn’t a mistake.”
My pulse spikes.
“It was a test.”
“You were evaluating me,” I say.
“Yes.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
“And now?” I ask.
A pause.
Just long enough to feel intentional.
“Now,” Ford says softly,
“you’re a variable.”
Jase
No.
Not happening.
“You don’t get to define her,” I snap.
ford finally acknowledges me.
A shift in tone.
Slight.
Measured.
“And you,” he says,
“are an obstacle.”
I almost smile.
