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Chapter 30-THE LINE THEY CROSSED.

Author: D.Moses
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 14:04:30
The storm finally broke.

Not in thunder or lightning, but in silence—unnerving, tense, and full of the kind of pressure you feel in your chest before something explodes. The forest around the hideout was too still. No birds. No wind. Just the kind of quiet that always meant someone was watching.

Cassian stood at the threshold of the concrete doorway, hand resting on his sidearm, body tense.

He hadn’t slept.

Not really.

Not since Echo.

Not since he saw the terror in Anais’s eyes—fear she never admitted out loud.

Inside, Julien worked over a comms relay, muttering to himself in between bites of an apple that had probably gone soft days ago.

“I’ve re-routed the trace through six dummy terminals. If Cerberus finds us now, they deserve the kill,” he said. “Not saying I want to die. But I’d almost respect it.”

Cassian didn’t look back. “You’re too loud.”

“Am I?” Julien dropped the apple core in the bin. “Or is everyone just too tense?”

“You’re not helping.”

Anais entered the room
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