Page 162 of Jase

She’s—

“…you’re rewriting the rules,” I say quietly.

She glances back at me.

Just for a second.

“…maybe they needed rewriting.”

Damn.

Mila

The helicopter shifts again.

Lower.

Closer.

More aggressive now.

“They’re not backing off,” I say.

“No,” Jase replies.

“They won’t.”

I tighten my grip on the rifle.

Then glance down at him.

At the blood.

At the exhaustion he’s trying to hide.

And something inside me—

softens.

Just a little.

“You should be the one doing this,” I say quietly.

His gaze locks on mine.

“No.”

Simple.

Firm.

Unshaken.

“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

That—

That hits harder than anything Ford said.