AMAYA.The dorm was a place where time seemed to slow down, Outside, the winter wind howled through the ravine, but inside, the air was warm and smelled of cedar, old books, and the lingering scent of the three men who had claimed me as their own.My side throbbed with a dull ache, a reminder of the claws that had almost taken everything at the hockey arena. But as the sun began to peek through the frost-covered windows of the room, it wasn't the physical wound that kept my mind racing. It was the silence.Alvaro was outside, checking the perimeter. He must be exhausted. He hadn't slept since we arrived.Luciano was in the small kitchen, the sound of a kettle whistling providing a domestic backdrop to the high-stakes war we were fighting. And Javier? Javier was sitting at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on a small, encrypted tablet that Morrison had sent via a secure drone drop an hour ago."He found something," Javier said, his voice breaking the silence. He didn't look up, but
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