Mira’s P.O.VFor a moment, I couldn’t tell if the silence inside the hut was real or just something my mind invented out of desperation. After everything—shouts, gunshots, bodies hitting the floor—the stillness felt unnatural. Wrong. Too fragile.The fourth voice lingered in the air like a thread stretched tight.“Drop the weapon.”I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Every nerve in my body was still tuned to the last thing I felt before darkness swallowed the room: the rifle aimed at me, at us, at the tiny heartbeat pressed against my chest.Alina shifted again, murmuring a soft, sleepy sound that didn’t belong in a place like this. Somehow, that tiny noise grounded me more than the storm or the footsteps or the threat of another gunshot.Someone stepped inside the hut, boots steady, not rushing, not stumbling. Confident. The kind of confidence that didn’t need to shout to be obeyed.Luca didn’t lower the gun he held, but I heard the tremor in his breathing. Heard the way he angled his body sl
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