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And damn if that doesn’t hit something deep.
“You’re not supposed to be the one doing this,” I mutter.
“Too bad,” she says.
And there’s no hesitation in it.
No doubt.
Just—
truth.
Mila
The momentwe break the tree line—
Everything explodes.
Gunfire from behind.
Shouts.
Movement.
“They’re right on us!” I shout.
Jase tries to turn—
Weapon lifting—
But his arm shakes.
Too much.
Too weak.
“I’ve got it,” I say, stepping in front of him.
“No—”
“Yes.”
And this time—
He doesn’t fight me.
I raise my gun.
Breathe.
Fire.
One drops.
Shift.
Fire again.
