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Chapter 35 - Amaya
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BryantA lot has happened. Everyone processes things at different rates and in different ways. But will Amaya be ready for what comes next? For what it means when Alan said he was done?
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A Bark in the Park Chapter 38 - Alan
The city was quieter than usual—that eerie stillness that comes just before something breaks—windless, sharp-edged, like the world was holding its breath.I walked the perimeter of the safehouse slowly, letting my boots scuff against the edge of the cracked pavement. Occasionally, I’d glance up to check the shadows on the rooftop. Nothing moved except a flicker of neon from a sign down the block. The wind had died entirely, and the heat clung low like the city couldn’t decide if it wanted to sweat or suffocate.Across the street, I could see the distraction unit finishing their last checks. Xenia adjusted the strap on her duffel bag while Lilac handed out burner phones with that calm, focused look she wore like armor. And in the middle of it all—Amaya.She stood with one hand on Rufio’s leash, her other holding a printed protest flyer. Her hair was pulled back into a low twist, her face steady as she recited her side of the plan to Riko for the third time. No tremble in her voice. No
A Bark in the Park Chapter 37 - Amaya
“I’m going too.” The moment I said the words, the temperature in the room dropped.They froze—like I’d slapped the table instead of just stepping up to it. Every eye turned toward me, and I felt the weight of each one settle on my skin like a dozen lead coins. Not pity. Not quite surprise, either. Just that quiet, practiced kind of concern that made me want to scream.Alan looked up slowly from the blueprint he and Clay had been poring over. His brow creased before he opened his mouth, and I knew what was coming. The soft letdown. The protection disguised as logic. The urge to keep me safe in a box I hadn’t built but had been locked in all the same.“No,” I said before he could speak. “Don’t.”His mouth closed. Rufio shifted beside me, pressing his shoulder to my shin like he knew the fuse had been lit and we were going forward no matter what.“I’m not fragile,” I continued. “I’ve been held hostage and knocked out. Threatened by your father. And I’m still here.”“Exactly,” Alan said,
A Bark in the Park Chapter 36 - Alan
The moment Amaya moved in my arms, my body stirred on instinct. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. Just the reflexive need to know where Amaya was. To be sure, she was safe. After what we’d been through—what I’d almost lost—I wasn’t letting her drift more than a few steps away without noticing. So when she slipped from the bed, careful and silent, I kept my breathing even but cracked one eye open just enough to track her shadow moving across the room. She padded softly to the door. Then stopped. That’s when I heard it too. Xenia’s voice. Low. Worried. “…this isn’t what we thought it was.” Ofelia’s followed, calm but firm. “She’s stronger than we gave her credit for. But that doesn’t mean she’s ready for what’s coming.” I didn’t move. Not yet. But my jaw clenched. They weren’t wrong. But hearing it out loud—hearing the doubt in their voices about her—hit harder than I expected. The conversation faded down the hall, and I saw Amaya hesitate. Saw her spine stiffen like she’d just been ha
A Bark in the Park Chapter 35 - Amaya
Everyone was safe. Everyone was breathing. But no one in the Frost safehouse was okay. The tech-glass sheen of the sleek war room didn’t fool me. For all the high-tech security and bulletproof glass, we were just a bunch of shaken people trying to stitch ourselves back together with fraying thread. I sat curled into the far end of the sectional, Rufio pressed firmly against my side like he could feel how badly I needed the contact. Alan was next to me, close but quiet, like he didn’t know if touching me would help—or undo me completely. Maybe both. Across from us, Makayla crouched cross-legged by a panel of screens, typing and scrolling like her life depended on it. Lilac was whispering something to Reese. Clay, ever the chaotic Greek cousin that he was, leaned back in a chair with his boots up on a crate of spare body armor. And then there was Ofelia. My sister hadn’t said a word since we arrived. She’d helped Lilac clean up a scratch on my arm and checked in on Rufio. Ofelia wat
A Bark in the Park Chapter 34 - Alan
The sound of gunfire cracked through the air as we moved. I didn’t flinch. My heart was a solid drum in my chest, but my grip on the weapon didn’t shake once. The metal of the side door gave under Clay’s crowbar with a sharp groan, and the second it popped open, Makayla was the first through—silent and surgical in her movements, already scanning with a scope mounted on her tablet, feeding live heat readings into our comms. “Two signatures down the hall. East wing. Still.” Her voice was calm. Cool. Focused. “One more moving south. You’ve got a clean window—go.” I was next in, Clay at my back, and Xenia was close behind him. Behind us, the rest of the team fanned out through the alley, splitting toward their designated entry points. Darius, Elijah, Riko, and Forrest peeled left. Reese and Don were already positioned at the loading dock, ready to flood the building with noise the second we needed a deeper push. And outside? Lilac had a goddamn show going. A protest bloomed across t
A Bark in the Park Chapter 33 - Amaya
I didn’t know how long I’d been locked in that room.Long enough for the spinning in my head to dull to a slow, sickening sway. Long enough for the ache in my skull to settle behind my eyes like a stone pressing inward. Long enough to realize I couldn’t measure time by daylight—because there wasn’t any. Only the flickering buzz of a single overhead bulb, and the sound of footsteps in the hallway beyond the door.Two men. One walked heavier than the other. Sometimes they spoke. Sometimes they didn’t. I couldn’t tell if they rotated by schedule or just wandered by. It didn’t matter—I couldn’t count time by their pacing anymore.What I could count on was the quiet.The silence gave me space to listen—to really listen—to the faint hum in the walls, the scuttle of something small moving in the vents, the rhythmic drip of water nearby. There were no windows. No cracks under the door. Just tile floor, a stained twin mattress, and a folding chair.And a camera.It had been on when Vittorio was
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