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Ambrosia project

A few people around the table laughed.Jason rubbed a hand over his face.Scott looked delighted.Before anyone else could speak, a woman seated across from me stood and walked around the table.She was poised, athletic, and carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what she could do.She extended her hand.“I’m Sierra.”I took it.“Amber.”She smiled warmly.Unlike the others, who seemed half in awe and half intimidated by Jason, Sierra looked completely at ease.“I’m on Scott’s team,” she said as she sat beside me. “And I’ve worked with Jason before.”There was familiarity in her tone, but no awkwardness, no hidden agenda.Just respect.And an immediate friendliness toward me that I appreciated more than I expected.“Perfect,” I said. “Then you can answer my questions.”Jason muttered something under his breath.Scott laughed openly.Sierra crossed one leg over the other and glanced at Jason with clear amusement.“Where would you like me to start?”I tilt

John Stait

The table erupted.Scott nearly choked on his drink.Sierra covered her mouth, laughing openly now.Several members of the team began talking at once, trying to process what I had just implied.Jason only stared at me.Half accusation.Half disbelief.And something else beneath it.Something dangerously amused.I was enjoying that expression far too much.Then the room shifted.Not loudly.Not dramatically.But the kind of shift that happens when someone important enters a space and everyone notices before they speak.Conversations lowered.Several people straightened instinctively.Even Scott looked toward the entrance.I followed their gaze.A man in his late fifties walked in with the easy confidence of someone long accustomed to command.Well dressed.Sharp-eyed.Silver at the temples.The kind of presence that did not need introduction.I knew immediately who he had to be.John Stait.Secretary of Defense.Ana Buenfila’s father.He had apparently arrived in time to hear the last

Staying alive

The laughter around the table slowly faded, though the warmth of it remained.Even after everything that had happened that night, the room felt lighter now.Less like a battlefield.More like something dangerously close to normal.John Stait remained standing beside the table, one hand resting on the back of an empty chair.His sharp eyes moved between Jason and me with clear interest.“I hear the two of you had an adventure tonight.”The word adventure was doing an incredible amount of work.Jason exhaled quietly, already knowing this was not a man who accepted vague answers.Still, he kept it brief.“We were lured to a warehouse,” he said. “Amber was trapped inside. There were hostages, surveillance systems, and multiple explosives placed across several estates.”John’s expression sharpened.“Emilian Becker was behind it,” Jason continued. “We neutralized the situation.”Again—brief.Controlled.Suspiciously incomplete.John Stait looked unimpressed by the summary.Then his gaze sh

Move

John Stait was still watching me with clear amusement and growing interest.He looked entirely too serious about whatever offer he was considering.That alone was dangerous.I lifted my glass and took a slow sip before setting it down again.Then I met his gaze.“Any job offer,” I said calmly, “will have to wait.”He raised a brow.“Oh?”I nodded once.“Yes.”I let out a quiet breath.For the first time that night, I allowed a hint of exhaustion to show.“I have not had a decent amount of sleep in months.”The truth of it settled more heavily than I expected.Because now that everything had stopped moving—I could feel it.The weight.The fatigue.The strain of surviving one crisis after another without pause.John’s expression shifted.Still interested.But softer now.More understanding.“A fair condition,” he said.Scott lifted his drink.“The smartest thing said all night.”Sierra nodded in agreement.“Sleep first. Negotiate later.”I smiled faintly.“Exactly.”Then I glanced side

Tacos

Amber POV Jason sat up fully, awake in an instant. The warmth of sleep vanished from him so quickly it was almost unsettling. He looked at everyone gathered in the doorway and spoke with calm authority. “Please, give us a second to get dressed.” His tone was polite, but it carried the kind of certainty people instinctively listened to. “We’ll meet you downstairs, alright?” The children looked between us, clearly curious and only mildly interested in respecting boundaries. I had already grabbed the blanket and pulled it tightly around myself, suddenly far too aware that half the family was standing in my room. Jason glanced at me from the corner of his eye. He noticed everything. Always. Alice climbed off the bed first. “Don’t take too long,” she said seriously. Alex pointed toward the hall. “There are tacos.” That, apparently, was the true emergency. Rose nodded in agreement and took Alice’s hand. “We’ll save you some,” she promised. Despite everything, I smiled. “

Worth it.

Jason got out of bed without another word.I watched him cross the room, still half distracted by everything waiting downstairs.Then he reached the door.And slid the lock into place.I blinked.“Jason—”He turned and walked back toward me with calm purpose.Too calm.Too certain.Something about that made me instinctively move backward across the bed.He reached me in seconds and pushed me gently but firmly back onto the mattress.I let out a startled laugh and tried to slip away.“They’re waiting for us,” I protested, trying to dodge past him.He caught my wrist easily and pinned me in place with nothing but his weight and a look.“They can wait.”I narrowed my eyes.“Jason.”His expression did not change.If anything, it grew more dangerous.More amused.“It is my turn to be with my wife,” he said quietly.The words landed with enough force to still me for a moment.“Everyone else,” he added, leaning closer, “can wait.”I should have argued.I should have insisted we go downstairs

Find out

The silence after my question lasted only a moment.Then Mr. Sun leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath.“The Vinny family moved first thing this morning.”My grandfather’s expression darkened.Mrs. Sun looked openly offended.That alone told me it was something bold.Or insulting.Probably both.Mr. Sun continued.“More specifically, Martin Vinny issued a public statement.”Of course he did.I leaned back slightly.“And?”My grandfather answered this time, voice clipped with irritation.“He spoke about what happened yesterday.”I frowned.“He acknowledged the attack, condemned the Becker family, and publicly stated that you were the one who stopped the bombs from going off.”That made me still.Not because it was praise.Because nothing Martin Vinny did was free.Mrs. Sun scoffed.“He thanked you.”A pause.Then, with visible disgust—“And invited you to join the military, saying talent like yours should be used to save lives.”I blinked once.Then slowly turned toward Ja

Twenty two

Amber POVJohn Stait arrived less than an hour later.He came with only one vehicle and minimal security, which told me either he trusted the location—or trusted himself.Possibly both.The gates opened, and the moment his car rolled onto the property, he slowed.By the time he stepped out, he was openly staring at the house.The towers.The stone bridges.The little moat.The gardens.The impossible fairytale silhouette against the daylight.For once, the Secretary of Defense looked genuinely surprised.“So this,” he said slowly, “is the fairy house.”The name had stuck after Alex said it.No one had questioned it since.“It is,” I replied.He looked around once more and shook his head with amused disbelief.“I have seen government compounds less impressive than this.”Jason opened the door for him.“Try not to offer to buy it,” he said dryly.John laughed and followed us inside.We led him to the office.A quieter room lined with books, screens, maps, and the kind of intentional ord

You did well

John Stait nodded once, already shifting into action.Then he paused.His gaze moved past me.“We?”I did not need to turn to know Jason’s expression had changed.I heard it in the small sound he made first.A short, disbelieving scoff.“Do you honestly think,” Jason said, “that I’m going to let my gorgeous wife walk alone into a room full of angry men?”He leaned back slightly.“The majority of whom will probably already resent her.”A beat.“Of course I’m going.”John arched both brows.Slowly.Amused.“Jason, son…”He folded his hands.“I did not take you for the controlling, jealous type.”I turned then.Jason met his gaze without blinking.Completely unbothered.“It’s mostly for the men’s protection,” he said evenly.Silence.John stared at him.Scott would have laughed if he had been in the room.Jason continued as though he had said something perfectly reasonable.“I cannot guarantee Amber won’t break them if they insult her.”I looked at him.He was serious.Or at least seriou

Mom Amber

Amber POVJason stared at the laptop.Then at Alex.Then slowly back at me.But he asked Alex first.“When exactly did you learn to track people with a computer?”Alex looked at him with complete seriousness, as if the answer were obvious.Then he said, in the clear voice only children use when exposing adults—“Mom Amber taught me.”The words hit me harder than they should have.Mom Amber.So simple.So natural.As if it had always belonged to me.For one brief second, everything inside my chest tightened at once.Warmth.Wonder.Something dangerously close to tears.I had become many things in the last few months.Wife.Founder.Target.Protector.But hearing that—Hearing him claim me so easily—felt different.Deeper.Silence filled the room.Absolute silence.Alex kept going.“She said it was time to use my skills.”Every eye in the room turned to me at once.John Stait.My grandfather.Mr. and Mrs. Sun.Jason.All of them.I sank a little lower in my chair.Not enough to be dram

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