Kira Vance hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Her fingers flew across three keyboards, lines of encrypted code reflecting in her haunted, silver-flecked eyes. She was a phantom—a data runner who didn’t officially exist, hunted by a rogue faction of the government that had created her.
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Dane grabbed her wrist—not hard, but with an unyielding possessiveness that made her knees weak. “From this moment, you don’t run alone. You don’t hide alone. You are mine to protect.” Kira Vance hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours