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That tension.
That fight inside her.
Mila
“You don’t getto define me,” I say.
My voice is steady.
Stronger than I feel.
“You already defined yourself,” Ford replies smoothly.
“No,” I say.
And this time—
I mean it.
“I chose.”
Silence.
Just for a second.
But I feel it.
That ripple.
That disruption.
Like something in his perfect control just—
cracked.
Jase
Yeah.
That hit him.
Good.
I look at her—
Really look at her.
And something settles in my chest.
Something solid.
Certain.
She’s not his.
She’s not their asset.
She’s not a variable.
