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Silence.
Then—
Nothing.
No return shot.
Target down.
I roll off her.
And yeah—
That was a mistake.
Because now I’m looking at her again.
And she’s looking at me.
Same as before.
Only worse.
Because now we both know exactly how close that just got.
Not just the sniper.
Us.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods.
Too quick.
“I told you to stay out of this,” she says.
I almost laugh.
“Yeah,” I reply. “You keep saying that.”
Her jaw tightens.
Because we both know—
That ship sailed the second I saw her on that dock.
Mila
This is getting worse.
Not the mission.
Not the danger.
Not even the fact that someone just tried to put a bullet through his head.
No.
