Fear sat in her eyes now.
Not panic.
Not weakness.
Just exhaustion from carrying too much terror for too long.
And Christ?—
that nearly destroyed me.
“We’re not separating,” she whispered.
“Never,” I said instantly.
Nohesitation.
None.
Rook watched us both quietly.
Then nodded once.
“You stay together.”
Wolf pushed away from the counter. “Where are we moving them?”
Rook looked toward one of his operators near the door.
The man handed him a tablet.
Satellite images flashed across the screen.
Mountains.
Forests.
A lake.
Remote cabins.
“No digital footprint,” Rook said. “No nearby roads. Shadow Division safe site.”
Trigger blinked. “You people seriously have secret mountain hideouts?”
Rook looked at him flatly.
“You don’t?”
Trigger looked offended. “Now I feel underprepared.”
Even Flick let out the faintest breath of laughter beside me.
Tiny.
Fragile.
But hearing it after tonight hit me right in the chest.
