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“We figured you wouldn’t sit this one out.”
A breath leaves me.
Slow.
Controlled.
But inside?
Everything shifts.
Because I’m not alone in this.
Not anymore.
“She’s being hunted,” I say.
“They’ll throw everything at her.”
Ronan’s expression darkens.
“They already are.”
That gets my attention.
“What do you mean?”
Ethan pulls out a tablet.
Brings up a map.
Multiple pings.
Moving.
Closing.
“Three teams confirmed,”he says.
“Two we can’t identify.”
A pause.
Then—
“And one we can.”
My jaw tightens.
“Ford,” I say.
No one answers.
They don’t need to.
Because we all know.
“She won’t let them take her,” Jonah says.
