The safe house was burning. Not literally. But it might as well have been. Every instinct Anya had, ten years of training, a hundred close calls, the survival reflexes that had kept her alive, screamed at her to run. Leave. Disappear. Take Katya and vanish into the wind before Eleanor's deadline arrived. Instead, she was watching Dimitri clean his weapons. "You should eat," he said without looking up. The bond hummed between them, completed, permanent, a constant presence under her skin. She felt his exhaustion. His determination. The alpha certainty that he'd win or die trying. "Not hungry." "Liar." He looked up then. Those dark eyes seeing too much. "I can feel you, remember? Feel the hunger. The fear. The way you're calculating escape routes." Fuck the bond. "Can you blame me?" She moved to the window. Watched the street below. "Eleanor has resources we can't match. She's CIA-backed, possibly sanctioned at the highest levels. She's already proved she can find us. Hunt us. K
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