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I offer her an encouraging smile. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Taking one last look around this God-forsaken hellhole, I hold onto her and we make our way out of the basement.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Stiletto

My mind races, still unable to believe he’s found me.

Miles makes his way toward the steps, yelling up the stairs. “I got her!”

I use what little strength I have and keep my arms wrapped around his neck.

The world shifts, and I feel weightless.

I bury my face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent—leather and something warm and spicy.

We head up the stairs and he’s careful not to jostle me too much.

Merely having my arms around his neck hurts from the open wounds on my wrists.

Light bursts into my vision as we exit the darkness.

I squint, the brightness stinging my eyes.

I can’t look too long, but it doesn’t matter. I’m alive. I’m saved.

When we reach the top, my eyes land on Bull.

He strides over, his presence commanding. “Fuck, Stiletto. You okay?”

A shaky laugh escapes me. “Not dead, so that’s a plus.”

I’m not okay, but I’m better than I was thirty minutes ago.

Bull chuckles, his laughter like a balm. “Good to hear your humor’s intact.”

Behind him, chaos swirls. But all I see is Miles.

He keeps me close, and I cling tighter.

I don’t want this moment to end.

I feel grounded, like he’s my shield against the world.

“Get her in the SUV,” Bull instructs, glancing at me.

There’s a fierceness in his gaze, a promise that I’ll be protected.

Miles carries me toward the door.

I glance back and catch sight of my sister, Siren.

She rushes up, relief washing over her features. “Thank god you’re okay!”

“I’m okay,” I lie, trying to sound as brave as I can. “Just tired.”

Miles helps me into the SUV and slides on the seat beside me.

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