Eliza's POVThe warehouse was in the industrial district—a part of the city that existed for work, not for show. Crumbling buildings, empty streets, the distant hum of machinery. No cameras. No witnesses. The perfect place for secrets.I arrived at 7:45, fifteen minutes early. Adam was parked three blocks away, monitoring my signal, ready to move at the first sign of trouble. We'd argued about this—he wanted to be closer, to have eyes on me at all times. But Mira had been clear: if anyone followed me, the deal was off.The Collective has eyes everywhere, she'd said. If they see anyone suspicious, they'll assume I'm compromised. And then we're all dead.So I went alone. Adam waited. And I tried not to think about the baby growing inside me, the life I was risking, the future that hung in the balance.The warehouse door was unlocked. I pushed it open and stepped inside.---The space was cavernous—old machinery draped
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