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She’s—
“…you’re rewriting the rules,” I say quietly.
She glances back at me.
Just for a second.
“…maybe they needed rewriting.”
Damn.
Mila
The helicopter shifts again.
Lower.
Closer.
More aggressive now.
“They’re not backing off,” I say.
“No,” Jase replies.
“They won’t.”
I tighten my grip on the rifle.
Then glance down at him.
At the blood.
At the exhaustion he’s trying to hide.
And something inside me—
softens.
Just a little.
“You should be the one doing this,” I say quietly.
His gaze locks on mine.
“No.”
Simple.
Firm.
Unshaken.
“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
That—
That hits harder than anything Ford said.
