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Controlled retreat.
Professional.
I try to keep up.
Fail.
My legs finally give out completely.
And this time—
I don’t catch myself.
Mila
“Jase!”
He drops.
Hard.
I’m already there—
Already grabbing him—
But this time—
He doesn’t respond.
Not fully.
His eyes barely open.
“…Mila…” he breathes.
“I’m here,” I say quickly, panic rising now despite everything.
“I’ve got you.”
His hand shifts weakly—
Finds mine—
Tightens just slightly.
“…don’t… let them…”
“I won’t,” I promise.
“I swear, I won’t.”
Jase
Her voice isthe last thing I hear.
Clear.
Strong.
