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Mila
“They’re tightening the net,”I say.
Jase nods.
Already thinking.
Always thinking.
Then—
He looks at me.
And something shifts.
Not strategy.
Not tactics.
Something deeper.
“They called you an asset,” he says quietly.
I go still.
“Yeah.”
“That means they don’t just want you.”
I swallow.
“They need me.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
His jaw tightens.
“Then we don’t let them take you.”
Something in my chest twists.
Hard.
Because he didn’t saythe team.
He didn’t saythe mission.
He said—
we.
Jase
I don’t sayit out loud.
