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Morning came in a bruised shade of gray, the kind of sky that felt like it hadn’t decided whether to rain or break open with light. The air outside the inn was cold, sharp, and heavy with the scent of pine and smoke drifting from a distant fire line.Sonia tied her hair back her real hair now and slid into her jacket. No more binding her chest, no more blazer buttoned to the throat. Today, she wasn’t Silas Vale. She wasn’t hiding behind him.She was herself. And that would have to be enough.In the kitchen, Rivers was already awake, pouring over a hand-drawn map with Silas, Isla, and Alex. Steam rose from chipped mugs. Tension sat in every corner of the room like fog.Eric sat by the window, eyes scanning the tree line. The sedative had worn off. The wound in his side was bandaged tight, but his posture was alert, his jaw set.Sonia entered. Their eyes met. He gave a small nod. No words. None needed.“Daxton is officially under federal investigation,” Isla reported without looking up.

Sonia pressed her back against the cold metal wall, heart pounding. Footsteps echoed above measured, deliberate, hunting. Eric stood beside her, blade in hand, body tense. He didn’t say a word, but the glance he gave her was enough: We hold. We wait.She nodded once.The voices grew louder. Two men, maybe three. Cartel scouts, judging by the clipped, radio-charged tone of their speech.“Surveillance room’s down here,” one said. “Check behind the cabinets.”Sonia’s eyes darted to the far corner. There was a narrow crawlspace behind the filing shelves, hidden behind the false panel she and Silas had once reinforced with metal plating. She moved fast, silent, slipping behind the cabinet and pulling Eric with her.The wall was close. Too close. Their bodies pressed together, breaths shallow.“Stay quiet,” she mouthed.A creak. A thud.The door to the room slammed open.Heavy boots crunched over broken tile.One of the men laughed. “Looks like someone’s been here. Fresh footprints.”Sonia’