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Yeah.
They’re getting desperate.
That’s when people make mistakes.
I grab Mila’s arm—pull her into a narrow ravine just as a burst of fire tears through where we were standing.
Too close.
Way too close.
She stumbles—
I catch her.
Pull her against me—
And for half a second—
Everything stops.
Her breath hits my chest.
Fast.
Uneven.
Alive.
“You good?” I ask low.
She nods.
But she doesn’t pull away.
Not right away.
“…you’re bleeding more,” she says.
“I’ve had worse.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.”
Her hand presses briefly against my side—checking the wound—
Too aware.
Too close.
Too much.
Then—
Another explosion echoes in the distance.
Reinforcements.
