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    “We’re up against assassins. Don’t let your guard down,” Elena murmured, her voice a cold whisper of steel.


    Her mind flickered to Lydia, hoping fervently that she was safe, though her calm exterior showed no crack in her resolve.


    They pressed on in tense silence until Wesley’s hoarse whisper cut through the quiet. “Watch out.”


    In an instant, he yanked her back, pulling her into a protective embrace.


    Wesley, with Elena close behind, darted through the underbrush, evading unseen assassins.


    They took cover behind a towering oak, its bark marked by a bullet that had zipped past, narrowly missing them.


    Wesley’s gaze was piercing and steely as he peered through the dimness.


    “We’ve gotpany—more than one, by the sound of it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.


    His demeanor was a study in concentration, oblivious to the closeness of their bodies.


    His left hand was firm on his pistol, while his right lingered at Elena’s waist, an unintentional caress.


    Elena, her cheek pressed against the warmth of his chest, felt her breath catch.


    The sharp, earthy scent of cedar enveloped her, and beneath her ear, Wesley’s heartbeat resonated—slow and steady, remarkably calm despite the adrenaline of their near miss.


    Her curiosity oveing her, Elena tilted her head back to gauge his expression.


    Wesley’s features were set in a calm analysis, his eyes sharp and calcting under the moon’s glow as he mapped out their assassins’ hidden positions.


    Elena tapped his shoulder gently, signaling him to loosen his hold.


    Feeling her movement, Wesley’s hand tightened slightly, his whisper urgent. “Stay still. There’s one behind the rock to our left, another camouged in the tree straight ahead, and a third just off to your right.”


    Elena nodded, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed their surroundings. A subtle rustling from the indicated tree confirmed Wesley’s assessment.


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    Elena quickly steeled herself, her grip on the gun firming up as her eyes narrowed.


    Her mind was a whirlwind of tactics as she mapped out a strategy to neutralize the three assassins lurking around them.


    The one perched in the tree was the most vulnerable, easily within her sights, while the assassin skulking behind them could be dealt with a clean, single shot. However, the assassin concealed behind the boulder presented a real challenge.


    His cover was solid, and any attempt to target him risked their own exposure.


    Just as Elena was about to propose a n, a hushed tone floated down from above.


    Wesley, his voice steady andmanding, took control. “You’ll take the one in the tree. Make your shot count and duck for cover immediately,” he instructed without waiting for her response.


    His attention was already on the threat beside her.


    A gunshot shattered the tension—a pristine headshot delivered with lethal precision by Wesley.


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