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It’s over.
The storm keeps raging.
But the fight…
The fight is done.
Bodies litter the ground.
Silence settles again.
Heavy.
Final.
I straighten slowly, ignoring the pain, scanning the perimeter.
Clear.
For now.
Mila steps in close beside me.
“Everyone good?” she calls.
“One minor hit,” Jonah answers. “I’m good.”
“Clear,” Cal confirms.
Ronan gives a single nod.
Ethan exhales slowly.
Then looks at Daniel.
Long.
Measured.
Different now.
“You just bought yourself a seat at this table,” Ethan says.
Daniel doesn’t smile.
Doesn’t relax.
He just nods once.
“Good,” he says.
Then his gaze shifts to Mila.
To the device still in her hands.
“To finish this,” he adds.
I glance at Mila.
