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Very smart.
“What unit?” Ethan asks.
No answer.
My patience thins.
Fast.
“You deaf?” I mutter.
The guy’s gaze flicks to me.
And there it is.
That flicker.
Recognition.
Not of me.
Of something else.
Something he didn’t expect.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Ronan doesn’t miss it.
His voice drops.
“You’re not Delta Five.”
Finally—
The man smiles.
Not big.
Not obvious.
But enough.
“No,” he says calmly.
Yeah.
That’s what I thought.
The room tightens instantly.
I feel Mila behind me now.
Close.
Exactly where she should be.
