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VENUSThe words landed gently.Almost tenderly.“George, Sabine, and Mom are somewhere safe. They’re fine. They had to leave for the whole thing to work.”For a second, my brain refused to translate them into meaning. They hovered between us, suspended, as if waiting for permission to become real.“Safe?” I echoed, stupidly.Aaron nodded once. Slow and certain.“So you knew,” I said. My voice cracked halfway through the sentence. “All this time—you knew?”He didn’t flinch from it. “I suspected. Then I knew.” A beat. “I’m sorry.”Something inside me broke open.“No—no, I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of me in a rush, sharp and panicked, like if I didn’t say them now they would choke me later. “I’m sorry for everything I said to you. I’m sorry for how I treated you. I’m sorry for drugging you—God, I’m so ashamed of myself. I never meant any of it. I never—”My breath hitched hard. Tears blurred everything.“I know,” he said immediately, stepping closer. His hands came up to my arms, w

IRISIris had stopped counting the days because they didn’t behave the way days were supposed to.At home, days had shape. They started with light slipping through curtains and Mama’s voice humming softly in the kitchen. They ended with bathwater and pajamas and Daddy reading even when George tried to rush ahead in the book. Days had edges you could hold.Here, they blurred.Morning felt the same as afternoon. Afternoon slid quietly into night. The lights came on and off at the same times, but Iris didn’t feel them move inside her. It was like being inside a snow globe someone kept shaking gently—never enough to hurt, never enough to stop.The lady had been nice.That was important. Iris knew how to tell the difference between mean people and nice people. Nice people used soft voices. Nice people knelt down instead of standing over you. Nice people asked if you wanted apple slices or crackers, even when you didn’t really want either.This lady’s name was Gabby.Gabby had brown hair sh

COLTON You learn quickly in my line of work that waiting is the most dangerous part.Not the breach.Not the gunfire.Not even the aftermath.Waiting.Because waiting gives your mind room to imagine the worst and imagination has teeth.We’d positioned our men along the perimeter of the last confirmed signal ping just before dusk. A semi-rural stretch. It was quiet and too clean. The kind of place people chose precisely because no one paid attention to it. Long driveways, trees heavy with shadow, properties spaced far enough apart to keep secrets comfortable.The properties here were bought under shell companies.I sat in the driver’s seat of an unmarked SUV, engine idling low, eyes fixed on the house ahead. Connor was in the vehicle behind me, monitoring feeds and chatter through his headset. Our people were spread out in a loose ring—no lights, no noise, no mistakes.We didn’t rush.Minutes stretched.Then half an hour.Then an hour.Nothing.No movement. No lights. No silhouettes c

GABBYI had already decided before the car ever started moving.That was the thing about choices like this—they weren’t made in the moment of chaos. They were made quietly, earlier, when no one was watching. When fear settled into resolve instead of panic.The men didn’t notice when I leaned forward between the seats and handed them the bottles.“Water,” I said lightly. “Long drive.”The one in the passenger seat grunted and took it without looking. The other twisted the cap and drank half of it in one go. They were careless. Comfortable. Men who believed the worst danger was already behind them.I watched their throats move as they swallowed.Counted the seconds in my head.Iris sat beside me in the backseat, small and bundled, her legs barely touching the edge of the seat. I angled my body toward her without thinking, one arm casually braced in front of her like that alone could protect her from what was coming.“Are we going home now?” she asked quietly.“Soon,” I said, keeping my