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No doubt.
Her eyes soften.
Just a little.
But it’s enough.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “You are for me too. I love you too.”
And this time—
When we kiss—
It’s not just survival.
It’s promise.
Epilogue
Mila
Three weeks later.
Washington, D.C.
I stand in the hallway outside a secured briefing room, arms crossed, watching as everything we uncovered continues to ripple outward.
Investigations.
Arrests.
Names falling one after another.
The Ascendancy didn’t fall.
Not completely.
But we cracked it.
Exposed it.
And now—
They’re running.
Which means we’re coming.
Footsteps approach.
I don’t have to turn to know it’s him.
Jase stops beside me.
Close.
Always close.
“You ready for this?” he asks.
