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    “Ste,” he said, voice low, heavy with concern. “Now that Amon’s cover’s blown, the organization’s going toe after you directly. Your apartment isn’t safe anymore. Let me move you somewhere secure.”


    Ste’s chest tightened. He wasn’t wrong. She felt the invisible weight of unseen eyes on her constantly, as though danger lingered just out of sight. But she also knew this wasn’t the first time William had offered her protection. She’d stayed at his ce once before. Would moving again really solve anything?


    Drawing a steady breath, she shook her head. “Even if I hide, it won’tst. They’re already targeting me. Running won’t change that.”


    William opened his mouth to argue, but Ste pressed on, firm.


    “I’m staying here. If theye for me, they’ll expose themselves.”


    That was the only way to drag them out of the shadows.


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    They couldn’t keep groping in the dark forever.


    He couldn’t deny her logic, but he hated it. It would put her at risk.


    Reaching over, Ste rested her hand lightly on his. “Put a tracker on me. Cameras too. That way, no matter what happens, you’ll know exactly where I am.”


    Her steady resolve left him no room to fight back. William gave a reluctant nod, though the storm in his eyes didn’t fade.


    Later, back in her apartment, Ste copsed onto her bed and drew in several deep breaths.


    She knew it wouldn’t be long now. Amon’s exposure had forced the organization’s hand—they’d have to move soon. She was close to a breakthrough; she could feel it.


    She closed her eyes, the moonlight spilling across her face. “Mom, Dad… you’re watching over me, right?” she whispered.


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    A couple of days passed. Nothing happened. No threats. No shadows lurking at her door.


    Life carried on as usual—so normal it almost made Ste doubt herself.


    Had she miscalcted? Were they biding their time?


    Or had Amon already nned something else?


    That evening after work, Ste got a call from Lance inviting her over for dinner.


    Ever since reconnecting with the Carters, Ste knew moments like this would be part of her life.


    Maybe sensing her reluctance, Lance assured Ste that Nina would not be joining the dinner.


    Without raising further questions, Ste agreed and made her way toward the parking garage after finishing work.


    Once she unlocked the door and settled into the driver’s seat, an unusual odor crept into her senses.


    Something about it tugged at her memory, though she could not identify it right away.


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