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Boone tugs me closer. His body shields mine as he pivots, positioning himself between me and the door, one hand already reaching for the gun strapped to his side.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Then—

“ANI!”

Finn.

His voice crashes into the room. A moment later, he barrels through the door with wild eyes. There’s blood smeared across his cheek, a shallow gash along his temple. He looks half-feral.

He crosses the distance in a heartbeat, grabbing my waist with one arm and behind my knees with the other. Then I’m airborne, scooped up like I weigh nothing at all. My hands clutch at his shoulders.

I press my forehead to his collarbone and breathe in deep. Smoke, sweat, and just Finn.

“You all came,” I whisper, barely audible.

He holds me tighter. “Oh, baby,” he says, voice thick. “There was never any question.”

I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek. I can’t fall apart. Not yet. Not until I’m away from this place.

Finn carries me out like he’s daring anyone to try and stop him. Boone is at our side in seconds, checking corners, guarding our flank. Jonah joins up with us again in the hallway, walking backward as he covers us, weapon drawn.

Somewhere behind us, I hear another explosion. Distant shouting echoes through the house. Alarms shriek to life. It’s complete chaos.

“You’re safe,” Finn murmurs. “We’re not going to let them take you.”

I want so badly to believe him. Outside, there is more chaos. Security is in shambles. Smoke curls upward from the north end of the property. Black SUVs with dark windows line the road, some with tires shot out. One is on fire. I don’t ask questions.

Their truck is waiting for us, hidden from view in the woods. Boone gets there first and starts the engine. Finn climbs in with me still in his arms. Jonah follows, sliding in beside us.

Tires spin and gravel flies. The truck lurches forward and tears down the drive.

Finn presses a kiss to my temple. Jonah’s hand cradles the back of my head.

“You’re okay,” he repeats. “It’s over. We’re taking you home, baby.”

Chapter 36

Boone

Ican’t get her away from that glorified prison fast enough. Once we’re sure that we’re not being followed, we take Ani to the safehouse we set up beforehand.

It’s tucked deep into the hills. One road in. There’s a woodstove, backup generators and double deadbolts on every door. The windows are narrow and high. The walls are reinforced. It’s secure, remote and untouchable.

Ani is here with us and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

She’s here.

Alive.

And for the first time since I woke up and found her gone, I can fucking breathe again.

I want to go to her, pin her down and never let her go. But I don’t do any of that.

I stand across the room like my feet are nailed to the floor. I’ve been running on adrenaline for days—planning the raid, coordinating every contact we had and asking for so many favors. I didn’t let myself feel anything while we stormed the estate. I stayed in mission mode even as I raised my gun, every part of me vibrating with rage.

But now?

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