Page 238 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Then—

His voice lowers.

“You’re out of your depth.”

And I smile.

Just a little.

Cold.

“Try me.”

Behind me, I feel Aspen’s presence.

Close.

Steady.

Trusting me.

Choosing me.

And that?

That settles it.

Because I’m not handing her over.

I’m not handing Dylan over.

I’m not handing grandpa over.

And I sure as hell am not handing this over to people who might be part of the reason Tank is dead.

I hold the agent’s gaze.

Unblinking.

Unmoving.

“We’re not done here,” I say.

And neither is this.

Not even close.

Because now?

Now I don’t just have enemies in the dark.

I’ve got them standing right in front of me.

And I don’t trust a single one of them.

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