Florence POV Then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle or questioning. It was firm, claiming, desperate. A kiss that was both a promise and an anchor, pouring all his fierce determination and unspoken feeling into me. I kissed him back with equal fervor, clinging to him, to the solid reality of him, as the world threatened to spin away. For that moment, the danger, the fear, the impossible odds—none of it existed. There was only him, and the unshakeable truth that we were in this to the end, side by side.When we broke apart, breathless, the world rushed back in, but the core of my fear had been replaced with a hardened resolve.We needed an edge. Our handguns and Javier’s rifle weren’t enough for a frontal assault on a fortified location.“We need more,” Anthony said, pulling away. “More firepower. More options.” He hesitated, then made a decision. “I have a cache. A secure one. Weapons, ammunition, explosives, money, clean passports. It’s in a storage facility near your hometown.”Going
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