Page 310 of Scars of Trust

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She can.

I’ve seen it.

That doesn’t make her bulletproof.

That doesn’t make her—

I stop that thought.

Hard.

Because this is not—

No.

I lean forward slightly.

Finally.

“What’s the play?” I ask.

My voice is steady.

Flat.

Controlled.

Exactly how it should be.

But every eye in the room shifts to me anyway.

Because they hear it.

That edge.

That difference.

Russ watches me for a second.

Like he’s measuring something.

Then—

“We’re still gathering intel,” he says.

Not good enough.

“We don’t wait,” I reply.

It comes out faster than I intend.

Sharper too.

Miles glances at Lucas.

Lucas doesn’t look away from me.

“You volunteering?” he asks.

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