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“Tell me you got it.”
Mila lifts the drive.
“Got everything.”
Ronan exhales slowly.
“Then this just got a whole lot bigger.”
Yeah.
We already knew that.
I look at Mila.
Really look at her.
Alive.
Still here.
Still mine.
“Not over,” I murmur.
She meets my gaze.
Fire in her eyes.
“Not even close.”
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Mila
We don’t go home.
We don’t stand down.
We don’t even breathe.
Because the moment we land—
It’s already waiting for us.
Zurich.
Private airfield.
Dark.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Daniel steps off the helicopter first.
Then stops.
