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“…because I’m not coming to find you again.”
She glances at me.
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It’s a promise.”
She huffs a quiet breath.
“…Lord, give me strength…”
I almost smile.
We move fast.
Faster than before.
Because now we’re on borrowed time.
The forest thickens—branches low, terrain uneven. Visibility drops. Sound carries differently here.
Better for hiding.
Also better for ambush.
I slow slightly.
Something’s off.
I can feel it.
That shift.
That quiet that’s a little too quiet.
“Mila,” I say low. “Stop.”
She freezes instantly.
Good.
I scan left.
Right.
Nothing—
And then—
There.
A flicker.
Movement at eleven o’clock.
Too controlled to be natural.
“Down—”
