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Author: Sharon
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AVA’S POV

I don’t know how long I stayed in Liam’s arms. Minutes? Hours? Time didn’t behave the way it usually did when his chest rose and fell beneath my cheek when his hand cradled the back of my head with surprising gentleness, and when I let myself feel safe for the first time in days.

“You’re warm,” I muttered without thinking.

“So are you,” he said softly.

We weren’t talking about body temperature, not really. Not when the room felt colder the second he pulled away.

“I should…” I gestured vaguely to the bed, then the door, then nowhere in particular. “Sleep. Probably. Emotionally combusting really takes it out of you.”

He smiled. “Sleep, Ava. You’re safe here.”

I nodded and stood, already feeling the hollow ache of distance as he walked to the door. But just before he disappeared, I blurted out, “Liam.”

He turned, brow raised.

I hesitated, every nerve in my body screaming don’t say it and say it now at the same time.

“…Don’t shut me out again,” I whispered.

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    Ava pov The night air was heavy with the scent of smoke and burnt metal. They had driven for hours without speaking, the silence between them louder than the thunder rolling over the hills. Every time Ava closed her eyes, she saw Alara. The name had branded itself into her mind like fire. When Liam finally stopped the jeep at an abandoned gas station off the old highway, the world felt like it was holding its breath. He stepped out, the headlights slicing through the fog, and stood there for a long time before he spoke. “We can’t stay on the main roads,” he said, voice hoarse. “They’ll be watching every route out of Prague.” Ava didn’t answer. She was still staring at the ultrasound photo in her hand, the one she’d found crushed in her coat pocket earlier. The faint curve of two shadows glowed against the dark film. Two heartbeats. Two lives. Her fingers trembled as she traced the image. “Why didn’t you tell me, Liam?” He froze, his breath catching. “What?” She lifted her ey

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    Liam pov The rain had started before dawn thin, cold, and relentless. It soaked through Liam’s jacket as he stood outside the cabin, watching the sky pale into bruised gray. He hadn’t slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the little girl from the hologram, her green eyes too knowing for a child, calling Ava Mommy. The word had gutted him. He’d seen Victoria manipulate genetics, build abominations in the name of progress but this was different. This was personal. This was her final revenge. Inside, Ava was still asleep, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. He could see the faint movement of her breathing, calm but fragile, like a candle struggling against the wind. Liam turned away before the sight could break him again. They needed to move. By the time Ava woke, he’d already packed their things: maps, ammo, a small medkit, and what little food they had left. The fire was long dead. Ava rubbed her eyes, her voice rough with sleep. “You didn’t rest.” “Couldn’t,

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    Ava pov The hologram vanished, but its echo hung in the air like a ghost that refused to die. Liam’s hand tightened around the metal disc, his jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle ticking in his cheek. Ava stared at the place where Victoria’s face had shimmered, her pulse throbbing in her throat. The forest around them felt alive, whispering, moving, watching. “She’s dead,” Ava whispered, though even as the words left her mouth, she didn’t believe them. Liam’s voice was low, steady, but the rage underneath it hummed like static. “No. She’s never really been dead. Not once.” The metal disc flickered again then died completely, the light extinguished as though swallowed by the darkness itself. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was Ava’s uneven breathing and the soft wind that rustled through the tall pine trees around them. Her fingers found her stomach instinctively. It wasn’t showing much yet, but she could feel the pulse beneath her skin, that fragile

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    Liam pov The ringing in Liam’s ears wouldn’t stop. It was a piercing, endless tone that refused to fade, even as his vision flickered in and out. He coughed, tasting blood and smoke. The helicopter was blown apart by someone else’s grenade and the field where he’d stood minutes ago was now a wasteland of fire and broken bodies. He forced himself up, stumbling over debris. His weapon was lost, his team scattered. “Ava!” he shouted, voice cracking. Nothing but silence answered him. He turned in circles, scanning the burning horizon for even a glimpse of her dark hair, her silhouette, anything. But she was gone. Liam dropped to his knees, the exhaustion finally catching him. Every decision, every secret, every lie had brought them here to this moment of smoke and ash. He pressed his hands to the ground and felt it trembling under the weight of his choices. Then a voice came through the static of his earpiece. “West, do you copy?” Liam froze. That voice. “Elijah?” “Yeah, it’s me.

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    Ava pov The sound of rain was the first thing that pulled Ava back to consciousness. It was faint but steady, tapping rhythmically against something metallic. Her eyes fluttered open, and the world came into focus: dim lights, cracked concrete walls, and the smell of damp earth. She wasn’t in a hospital or a cell, not exactly. It looked more like an underground bunker. Her wrists were free, but her body ached as if she’d been dragged miles. She tried to sit up, and a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. The reminder of the child within her, the child who had somehow become the center of every war she hadn’t asked to fight. Footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching slowly. Ava’s breath quickened. She searched for anything she could use as a weapon, her fingers brushing against a piece of broken pipe on the ground. She gripped it tightly, hiding it behind her back as the heavy door creaked open. A woman entered first tall, blonde, her expression sharp but oddly calm. “You’re a

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    Liam pov The day Ava disappeared, something in me went quiet. Not broken just… hollow. Like a part of my body had gone missing, and my mind refused to accept it. I didn’t sleep for seventy-two hours. I called every contact I had, pulled surveillance from every street corner, and tore through every database I’d built to keep us safe. Nothing. She was gone. Like smoke. The only thing she left behind was her wedding ring. It sat on the kitchen counter, next to the teacup she’d left half full. The tea had gone cold by the time I found it. Every time I looked at that ring, I heard her voice again. You never choose me. I thought I’d known what pain was before what guilt, loss, and failure felt like. But watching her vanish, knowing it was my fault, knowing I’d done exactly what she feared most, control, secrecy, manipulation, it was unbearable. The irony was brutal. I had tried to save her. And in doing so, I’d become the very thing she was trying to escape. By the fourth day, I had

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