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Thank God.
“I told you to stay on the ridge,” I snap.
“I told you splitting up was a bad idea.”
“You didn’t argue hard enough.”
That—
That actually stops her.
For half a second.
Then—
“…you’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah.”
But I’m still here.
And so is she.
That’s what matters.
Mila
He’s furious.
Not controlled.
Not calm.
Furious.
And that—
That’s new.
“You don’t get to yell at me,” I say.
“I absolutely do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“You almost got yourself killed.”
“So did you!”
“I wasn’t pinned to the ground.”
My breath catches.
Not because of the words.
Because of the way he said them.
Like—
