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And that makes it worse.
Her hand comes up—careful this time—resting against my shoulder, avoiding the injury.
Smart.
Always smart.
Even now.
I almost smile against her mouth.
She feels it.
Pulls back just enough to glare at me.
“You think this is funny?”
“No.”
A beat.
“…maybe a little.”
She shakes her head.
But she’s still close.
Still here.
Still not leaving.
Mila
We’re goingto regret this.
I know we are.
I know—
A sound.
Faint.
But wrong.
My head snaps toward the ridge.
Everything in me goes cold.
“They’re not gone,” I whisper.
Jase’s expression shifts instantly.
Back to soldier.
Back to control.
Back to war.
