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Chapter 112: The Aftermath of the Heart
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The voice belonged to Sienna, who was coordinating the remaining perimeter sweep from the east lawn. Her tone was professional, but there was a suspicious amount of amusement beneath it.Jax reached for his comms. “North garden secure. One automated decoy disabled. No active hostiles.”“Copy,” Sienna replied. “And the unexplained pause?”Jade leaned toward the microphone. “Tactical assessment.”“Of course,” Sienna said. “The alliance is grateful for your dedication to tactical assessment.”The channel clicked off.Jax looked at Jade. “She knows.”“Everyone knows.”“That quickly?”“Jax, you have the subtlety of a collapsing building.”He glanced toward the mansion. Several operatives near the eastern entrance were carefully pretending not to look at them. One of the Phoenix Mafia sentries turned away too quickly. On the upper balcony, Sienna’s silhouette disappeared behind a curtain.Jade smiled. “Come on. We still have work.”They resumed the sweep, but they no longer moved as two peo
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