AI WHISPERS
I ask, wiping my tears.
"You do," he gasps, straining against the belt. "You do, Mia. You always did."
The taste of victory is salty—sweat and tears. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever tasted.
"Come with me," I command.
I start to move again, a frantic, desperate rhythm. I need this closing chapter. I need to burn the book.
"Now!"
We shatter together.
I scream, my head thrown back, my body convulsing on top of him. Alex shouts my name, his bound hands clenching into fists as he pours himself into me.