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It’s him.
Daniel Voss.
Standing there like he’s already calculated every outcome.
Like he’s already decided how this ends.
I don’t trust men like that.
I’veflown missions over war zoneswith less danger than what’s standing in front of me right now.
“Prove it,” Jase says.
Low.
Deadly.
Daniel’s gaze flicks between us.
Ethan.
Ronan.
Me.
Like he’s measuring angles.
Timing.
Distance.
And that’s when I see it.
The decision.
It happens in a blink.
A shift in his shoulders.
A drop in his weight.
Too subtle for most.
Not for me.
“Jase—”
Too late.
Daniel moves.
Fast.
Faster than he should be.
He lunges past Ethan, cutting hard toward the table—toward the device.
Toward the flash drive.
