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“You always have a choice.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
That—
That slips out.
Unfiltered.
Unplanned.
Her breath catches.
Just slightly.
Mila
He said it so easily.
Like it wasn’t a big deal.
Like it didn’t just—
shift everything.
“Jase…” I start.
But there’s no time.
There’s never time.
More movement above.
More voices.
More incoming.
“They’re not stopping,” I say.
“No,” he replies.
“They won’t.”
Jase
The edgesof my vision are starting to blur.
Heat creeping in now.
Wrong kind of heat.
Fever.
Infection.
Damn it.
“Mila,” I say, forcing focus.
