Lila’s POV“NOT HERE,” I whispered. The words barely left my lips, but Jacob heard them.He was already looking at the same thing I was. The cluster of guards blocking the entrance to the west library, their voices low but present, their positions too close together, too deliberate. Not a casual rotation. Not random.Intentional. Everything about this was intentional.Marco’s breath left him slowly beside us, controlled but tight. “We don’t push through that,” he murmured. “Not like this.”“No,” I said quietly. “We don’t.”But we couldn’t stand here either. Not in the open. Not with the drive still pressed against my skin like a secret waiting to be exposed.“They’re closing spaces,” Jacob said, his voice low, close to my ear. “We need another route.”“Or another place,” Marco added.I shook my head slightly. “We don’t have time to rethink everything.”“Then we don’t rethink,” Jacob said. “We adapt.”The word settled heavily. Adapt. It sounded simple, but it wasn’t.Because adapting m
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