They stayed hidden longer than was comfortable.Not because the blind pocket was unstable—it wasn’t—but because none of them trusted the quiet that followed. Silence after pursuit always carried a different kind of danger. It made you question whether you were safe… or simply forgotten.Aiden leaned back against the cold stone wall, eyes closed, breathing slow and deliberate. His heart was still racing, but the bond had settled into a low, steady thrum—wounded, stretched, but holding.Dante stood a few steps away, arms crossed, watching the narrow opening that led nowhere the network could see. His posture hadn’t relaxed since they arrived.Mara sat on the floor between them, knees pulled to her chest, shaking.“I thought I was ready,” she whispered. “I really did.”Aiden opened his eyes.“Ready for what?”“For consequences,” she said. “For choosing wrong.”Dante glanced at her.“You didn’t choose wrong,” he said. “You chose not to disappear.”Mara laughed weakly.“That’s not how they
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