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    Her eyes narrowed, focusing intently as she leveled her gun and fired.


    Each bullet streaked toward its target, a perfect, deadly strike.


    As Rhys coaxed even more speed from the motorcycle, Harlee’s embrace grew tighter, her body pressed flush against his, feeling the thrum of the engine through his back.


    They swooped around a steep mountain curve, the motorcycle leaning so sharply that their bodies nearly grazed the ground—a heart-stopping dance with danger. Yet, Harlee’s trust in his expertise remained unshaken.


    Her attention stayed firmly on the road ahead, her focus unyielding as she targeted their adversaries with precision. Only the craftiest of their opponents remained.


    “Faster,” Harleemanded, her voice cutting through the howl of the wind.


    Heeding her call, Rhys pushed the motorcycle to its limits, the trees lining the path blurring into a green streak as they sped past.


    As Rhys barreled down the road, the force of his driving sent a rush of adrenaline through Harlee’s veins, washing away the chaos in her mind. It was just the two of them, united against the threat ahead.


    As they closed in on their adversaries, retaliation became inevitable.


    A stray bullet, aimed at something else, grazed Rhys’s left arm.


    “Are you okay?” Harlee asked, her voice tinged with concern.


    Through gritted teeth, Rhys let out a pained grunt.


    “I’ll manage.”


    He pushed the elerator harder, signaling to her decisively.


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    “Aim for his tires first.”


    Harlee didn’t hesitate.


    As hismand lingered in the air, she squeezed the trigger.


    Her bullets found their mark, shredding the tires and sending the adversary’s car into chaos. The vehicle swerved wildly before plunging off the mountain road and crashing violently into a cliff below.


    With a quick,posed scan of the area, Harlee spoke, her voice steady but alert.


    “Rhys.”


    “Hmm? Do you need any help?” Rhys instinctively turned to face her.


    Harlee, with a reassuring wave of her hand, replied softly, “You’ve been wounded. Please, just stay here and try to keep still. I’ll go down to make sure the body is really dead and return quickly to tend to your wound.”


    This mission required absolute certainty that the adversary was truly gone, so Harlee made it her priority.


    Rhys, momentarily stunned, struggled to find his voice.


    He had intentionally taken the bullet, aiming to protect her.


    He wasn’t that weak, after all. Still, he found himself cherishing her attention. It told him she hadn’t entirely detached from their shared past. To him, the depth of her concern meant everything.


    “Take care,” Rhys implored, his tone heavy with worry. Navigating the cliff’s descent was effortless for Harlee, but Rhys’s heart clenched as he watched, consumed by the fear for her safety.


    As Harlee nced back, a wave of nostalgia washed over her.


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