Hannah doesn’t stop.
Won’t stop.
“Clay,” she snaps. “I need gauze.”
I rip open another med pack instantly and shove it into her hand.
Her fingers shake while she works.
Not because she’s panicking.
Because this matters too much.
Avery watches Hannah the entire time.
Not the guns.
Not Sentinel.
Just Hannah.
Like she’s trying to memorize her all over again before she dies.
No.
Absolutely not.
Hannah isn’t losing her tonight.
Not after just getting her back.
Wu watches the scene in silence.
Cold.
Detached.
Like this is beneath him now.
I hate him so much my vision keeps blurring red around the edges.
Hannah seals the wound.
“Come on,” she whispers desperately. “Come on, Avery.”
Avery winces hard.
“You always sucked at giving orders.”
Hannah laughs through a sob.
And suddenly—
another memory hits her.
I see it happen.
Her whole body freezes for half a second.
