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Mira’s P.O.V I used to think the world ended with silence. A flat line. A last breath. A door closing. But it doesn’t. It ends with sound. A crack so sharp it slices through thought, through memory, through the fragile thread holding your mind together. A sound that doesn’t wait for you to understand it before it tears everything apart. That’s what the gunshot felt like. A rupture. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but white—too bright, too sudden, swallowing every shape and shadow in the room. The world vanished. The hut, the walls, the storm outside—all gone. Only the ringing stayed, drilling into my skull like a blade twisting deeper. I didn’t feel the ground. I didn’t feel the wall at my back. Just Alina’s tiny body pressed against mine—a weight that held me inside my own skin when everything else shattered. When sound finally rushed back in, it didn’t return gently. Screams. Boots scraping against wood. A struggle—wet, violent, desperate. Luca. His breath tore

Mira’s P.O.VFor a moment, I couldn’t tell if the silence inside the hut was real or just something my mind invented out of desperation. After everything—shouts, gunshots, bodies hitting the floor—the stillness felt unnatural. Wrong. Too fragile.The fourth voice lingered in the air like a thread stretched tight.“Drop the weapon.”I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Every nerve in my body was still tuned to the last thing I felt before darkness swallowed the room: the rifle aimed at me, at us, at the tiny heartbeat pressed against my chest.Alina shifted again, murmuring a soft, sleepy sound that didn’t belong in a place like this. Somehow, that tiny noise grounded me more than the storm or the footsteps or the threat of another gunshot.Someone stepped inside the hut, boots steady, not rushing, not stumbling. Confident. The kind of confidence that didn’t need to shout to be obeyed.Luca didn’t lower the gun he held, but I heard the tremor in his breathing. Heard the way he angled his body sl

Mira's P.O.V“Repeat it,” I whispered, though the words scraped out like they were dragging through broken glass.The soldier swallowed, rain dripping from his lashes. “They said they’re coming for the baby next.”For a breath, the world didn’t move. Even the rain seemed to hush itself.Then Luca’s hand closed around my arm—not harsh, not panicked, just firm, grounding.“Mira,” he murmured, as if my name alone could hold me in place.But my thoughts had already blown wide open, scattering like leaves torn loose by the storm.Someone wanted my daughter.Someone close.Someone watching us.My voice felt like it belonged to someone else when I forced it out.“Adrian… how do you know the message is real? They could be bluffing.”Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He looked at me with the kind of quiet calculation that only men who’d seen too much danger carried in their eyes.“It’s real,” he finally said. “No one bluffs with that kind of threat.”Matteo swore softly into the wind, his hand

Mira's P.O.VThe moment her name left my mouth, something inside me cracked—quiet, clean, like a piece of glass giving way under too much pressure.Caroline.Alive. Smiling. And not alone.Sixteen figures flanked her like shadows that grew legs, their presence spreading through the trees until the night felt different—heavier, tighter, as if it recognized them and feared them.Luca stepped in front of me so quickly the wind seemed to move with him. His stance was sharp, every muscle pulled taut.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.I didn’t argue. I didn’t breathe.Caroline tilted her head slightly, studying me the way a hawk studies a rabbit that already stopped fighting.“You look tired,” she said, almost gently. “I suppose running for your life will do that.”Matteo shifted beside Adrian, his grip on his gun tightening until his knuckles paled. “You’re supposed to be dead.”Caroline laughed softly. “I was supposed to be a lot of things.”Her gaze flicked to Luca then back to me.“But her

Mira's P.O.VMy breath barely made it past my lips.For one terrifying second, no one moved.Not Luca.Not Matteo.Not Adrian.Not even the man who claimed Luca owed him his entire future.The forest felt too small for all the secrets suddenly pressing in on us.Luca’s grip around my wrist tightened—not hurting, but anchoring.Like he knew I was seconds from falling apart.The man’s eyes didn’t leave mine.“Now,” he said softly, “we talk.”Matteo exhaled sharply. “Talk? That’s your entrance? You show up from the dead and want a conversation?”The man didn’t spare him a glance. “If I wanted a war, you’d all be lying on the forest floor already.”Adrian stepped forward slightly, shielding one side of me. “Who the hell are you to walk in and dictate what happens here?”A faint, tired smile touched the man’s lips. “I’m the one you’ve all been chasing shadows of.”Caroline snarled. “Don’t you dare make this dramatic. You ruined everything. You left me to rot.”He turned his head slowly—too