POV RUBYThe morning light over the Bosphorus was a cold, surgicalblue, cutting through the salt-crusted windows of thecottage. I sat on the floor in the center of the room, mylegs crossed, my palms resting upward. I wasn't looking at the sea. I was looking at the world.Behind my eyelids, the neural bridge was humming at a frequency that felt like a low-grade fever. Nevan wasstanding at the window, his back to me, but I didn't needto see his face to know he was on high alert. I could feelthe way his eyes tracked a passing fishing boat, the wayhis fingers twitched near his holster, and the dark, obsessive current of his thoughts: Protect. Shield. Killanything that breathes too loud.I need to go deeper, Nevan, I thought, my voice echoing in our shared headspace. The Istanbul cell was just a limb. I need to find the heart.I'm right here, Ruby, his thought replied, a solid, grounding presence. Use my system. Use my adrenaline. Take whatever you need to stay stable.I took a deep breath
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