This isn’t running.
This is strategy.
This is survival.
“Okay,” I say finally.
His shoulders ease—just slightly.
Not relief.
But acceptance.
“Stay on me,” he says again.
I meet his eyes.
“I will.”
This time—
It’s not an order.
It’s a promise.
“Two vehicles,”Trigger calls. “We split or stay together?”
“Together,” Ace answers immediately.
“Agreed,” Beast says.
Blaze is already moving toward the back. “I’ve got a fallback location. Not in the system. Off-grid.”
Ace nods. “That’s where we go.”
I grab my jacket, my hands moving automatically now.
Faster.
Sharper.
No hesitation.
Because this is what it looks like.
This life.
This fight.
And for the first time—
I’m not standing on the outside of it.
I’m in it.
With them.
With him.