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“We don’t have long.”
“I know.”
“No,” I shake my head slightly.
“I mean it.”
She freezes.
Just for a second.
Then her grip tightens on me.
“Then we make it count,” she says.
Mila
His skin is too hot.
Way too hot.
This isn’t just blood loss anymore.
This is worse.
“We need to move,” I say.
“You lead,” he answers.
And just like that—
The shift is complete.
Not temporary.
Not situational.
Real.
He trusts me.
Completely.
Gunfire erupts again.
Closer.
More aggressive.
They’re getting desperate.
Good.
Let them.
Because now?
Now they’ve made it personal.
