Chapter 51

I wake to the smell of smoke curling into my lungs, sharp and acrid, nothing like the lazy woodsmoke from a fireplace. This is gasoline and old timber and intent.My eyes fly open. The room is dark, the power dead, but an orange glow pulses under the bedroom door like a heartbeat.“Cole,” I breathe.He’s already out of bed, naked and lethal, gun in hand before I’ve even pushed the sheet aside. Moonlight through the window cuts across the hard lines of his body—the bandage still taped high on his ribs, the faint bruises fading along his side. He moves to the door without a sound and listens.“Get dressed,” he says, voice low. “Fast.”I scramble into yesterday’s jeans and hoodie, fingers clumsy with adrenaline. Smoke seeps under the door now, thick enough to taste.He cracks the door. Heat rolls in, fierce and hungry. The hallway is an inferno—flames racing up the walls, devouring everything we touched last night.“They found us,” I say.His jaw locks. “Back exit.”We run barefoot down

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Chapter 52

The sea is restless tonight, black waves slapping the hull of the small boat as we cut through the darkness. Salt spray stings my face, but I don’t move from the railing. I need the cold to keep me sharp. Cole handles the wheel with steady hands, hood up, profile carved in moonlight. He hasn’t spoken in over an hour. Not since we left Luke’s dock in the pre-dawn gray, not since he pressed a hard, brief kiss to my mouth and told me to trust him one more time. I do. God help me, I do. “How much farther?” I call over the engine. He glances back, eyes unreadable. “Fifteen.” “That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago.” This time he smiles, small and real. “Almost there.” The engine throttles down. The boat drifts forward on momentum until a jagged silhouette rises from the water—cliffs, dense trees, no lights, no life. Just rock and shadow. Cole kills the engine completely. Silence rushes in, broken only by waves against stone. “This is it,” he says. I stare at the isl

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Chapter 53

I wake to cold sheets and the hollow echo of waves. The cot is too narrow for one person now that I know what it feels like to share it. My hand slides across the mattress, searching for the heat that was pressed against my back all night, but there’s nothing. Just the faint indent where his body had been. Panic spikes sharp and immediate. “Cole?” Silence answers. I’m on my feet before I’m fully awake, pulling on my jacket over the thin tank I slept in. The concrete floor is icy under bare feet as I move through the bunker. Morning light filters weakly through high slits in the walls, turning everything pale gold. I find him outside, on the rocky outcrop behind the base. He’s shirtless despite the chill, sweat gleaming on his skin as he moves through a brutal routine—punches snapping through empty air, footwork precise and deadly. Every strike is controlled violence, muscles coiling and releasing like he’s trying to beat something out of himself. I stop in the doorway and wat

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Chapter 54

The morning sun filters through the narrow slits in the bunker walls, turning the cold concrete into something almost warm. I stretch out on the cot, my body still aching in the best way from last night, but my mind is already racing ahead. Cole’s side of the bed is empty again, but this time I don’t panic. I can hear him moving around in the main room—soft footsteps, the clink of metal. Probably checking supplies or whatever else he does to keep his hands busy when his head is too full. I swing my legs over the edge and pad barefoot across the floor. The air smells like salt and stale coffee; he must have boiled some water on that ancient stove. When I round the corner, there he is, leaning against the table with a mug in hand, staring at one of those faded maps like it holds the secrets to the universe. “Morning,” I say, keeping my voice light. He looks up, and for a second, his eyes soften in that way that makes my stomach flip. “Hey. Coffee’s hot if you want some.” I pour mys

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Chapter 55

The bunker feels smaller at night, like the concrete walls are closing in just a little. I’m curled up on the cot, listening to the distant crash of waves outside, but my eyes are on Cole. He’s finally asleep beside me, one arm thrown over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. It’s been a long day—gearing up, waiting for Luke’s next update, trading stories to pass the time. But now, in the quiet, I can see the tension he carries even in sleep. His brow furrows, and every so often, his fingers twitch against my skin. I trace a light circle on his forearm, hoping it’ll ease whatever’s brewing in his head. “Sleep tight,” I whisper, though I know he can’t hear me. It starts small. A murmur, too low to make out. Then his body jerks, just once, like he’s dodging something invisible. I sit up slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Cole?” My voice is soft, barely above the hum of the old generator. He doesn’t wake. Instead, he mutters again—“Incoming”—and his grip on me tightens, almos

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