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We hit the ground hard as a round slams into the tree behind us.
Not warning fire.
Not suppression.
That was meant to kill.
And it almost did.
My body is already over hers before I think about it.
Covering.
Shielding.
Instinct.
Her hands press against my chest.
Not pushing me away.
Holding me there.
“Jase—” she starts.
“Stay down,” I cut in.
Another shot.
Closer.
Too close.
I scan fast.
Angle.
Elevation.
“There,” I mutter. “Ridge, twelve o’clock.”
“I can’t get a clear shot,” she says.
“I can.”
I shift slightly—
Expose just enough—
Wait—
There.
Flash.
I fire.
Once.
