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“No.”
His eyes flick to me.
Sharp.
“If we don’t link it, we don’t get in.”
“Find another way.”
“There isn’t one.”
Mila steps between us.
Of course she does.
Always stepping into the middle.
“Enough,” she says quietly.
Her gaze locks onto mine.
Steady.
Trusting.
“Jase.”
I don’t like it.
Don’t like any part of it.
But I trust her.
More than anyone.
Always have.
I exhale.
Step back.
Barely.
“Make it fast,” I say.
She nods once.
Then pulls the device from its case.
Careful.
Controlled.
Like it’s the most dangerous thing in the world.
Because it is.
She hands it to Daniel.
