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There’s something there.
Something that doesn’t match the rest of the team.
Not urgency.
Not focus.
Not loyalty.
Something colder.
Something calculating.
Yeah.
I don’t like him.
Not even a little.
My voice drops lower.
“Stay close.”
Mila doesn’t argue.
Doesn’t hesitate.
Her hand slips into mine briefly.
Not soft.
Not delicate.
Strong.
Ready.
Whatever this is—
We’re facing it together.
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Idon’t move right away.
Don’t react.
Don’t stare.
Rule one—never tip your hand.
But every instinct I’ve got is locked on him now.
The new guy.
Standing near the back window like he belongs there.
