We took the thin moment with one working arm between us.Sara stayed on the good side. Tight. Ready.She called almost immediately.“Bad side. Two.”I turned with the good arm and put the first one down. The second came in too fast. I took the hit on the bad shoulder and finished it late. The bag stayed clamped under the good arm. Barely.“Still up?” Sara asked.“Moving. Stay on me.”We pushed for cover. Street louder. Bodies closer.The heat surged without warning. Vision narrowed. Sound went wrong.Sara’s voice cut in sharp.“Ava. Left. Left—”I forced the turn on pure instruction. The threat met the good arm instead of my blind side. I put it down while the heat still had the world tilted. Sara had not grabbed me. She had not taken the bag. She had only given the line and held her place.When the heat dropped enough to see, she was still three steps on the good side, breathing hard, eyes wide, but where I told her to be.“You held,” I said.“You said don’t touch you. I didn’t.”“Go
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