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Jase huffs a rough breath.
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m starting to believe that.”
I press my hands to the wound.
“Don’t you dare die on me,” I snap.
Daniel gives a faint smile.
“No promises.”
Typical.
Around us—
The fight ends.
Delta Five stands.
Alive.
Victorious.
Barely.
But standing.
I look at Jase.
He looks at me.
Everything in that look—
Everything we’ve been through—
Everything we still are—
“This isn’t over,” I say quietly.
Jase nods.
Dark.
Certain.
“No,” he agrees. “But we just won this round.”
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The world finally goes quiet.
Not because it’s safe.
Not because it’s over.
But because for the first time since this started—
