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His body goes still.
Jase notices instantly.
Of course he does.
“What is it?” he asks.
Daniel doesn’t answer right away.
Then—
“Company.”
My grip tightens on the drive.
Because I see it too.
Black vehicles.
Waiting.
Engines running.
Doors open.
And men stepping out—
Not rushing.
Not aggressive.
Calm.
Confident.
Like they’ve already won.
One of them steps forward.
Older.
Sharp suit.
Cold eyes.
Power in every movement.
He doesn’t need to raise a weapon.
Because he is the weapon.
“Jase Dalton,” he says smoothly.
My blood runs cold.
Because he knows him.
Knows us.
