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My stomach tightens.
“More?”
His gaze hardens.
“Yeah.”
I swallow.
“Was he… coming for us?”
He doesn’t answer right away.
And that’s answer enough.
My hand tightens around Dylan.
Havoc steps closer.
Lower.
His voice drops so Dylan can’t hear.
“He was heading upstairs,” he says quietly. “Weapon up.”
A chill runs through me.
“He thinks I have something. Can we just tell them I don’t have the flash drive? Can we let them know you guys handed it over to the CIA?”
“We will do our best to let them know,” he says.
And there it is.
The truth we were both trying not to say out loud.
This just got personal.
I lift my chin.
“What do we do?”
His eyes hold mine.
And for a second—
I see it again.
That shift.
Not just the man protecting people.
The man protectingus.
“You stay here,” he says.
I shake my head immediately.
“No.”
