We’re not running.
Zurich is behind us.
The firefight.
The blood.
The chaos.
Daniel is alive—barely—but stable, already being moved out under heavy protection.
Ethan’s handling the aftermath.
Ronan’s already disappearing into whatever shadow he came from.
And me?
I’m standing in the middle of a quiet, dimly lit safehouse—
Watching Mila.
She’s at the window.
Still.
Silent.
City lights reflecting in her eyes.
She hasn’t said a word since we got here.
That’s what worries me.
I move toward her slowly.
Careful.
Like approaching something powerful.
Something I don’t want to break.
“Mila.”
She doesn’t turn.
“I almost lost you today,” I say.
That gets her.
She exhales softly.
“Funny,” she murmurs. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I step closer.
Close enough now that I can feel the heat of her.
The pull.
