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I blinked back the tears already burning behind my eyes. “What does that mean?”

He brushed his knuckles gently along my jaw and whispered, “If you exist, then I exist. Without you, I’m just an unfinished story… that will never be complete.”

And just like that, I shattered.

I launched myself into his arms, my lips crashed into his.

“I love you—fuck—so much,” I breathed, burying my face in his neck.

He held me tighter. “I love you too,Heer.”

Then—because this was Mr. Kabir ‘Cipher’ Gill, he ruined the moment.

“But I’m so fucking sex-deprived!”

EPILOGUE

Kabir

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Lia had been fine—at first.

Dylan had only been gone five days. She still held onto hope. Still smiled. Still laughed. Still believed he’d walk through the doors any second, grumbling about something stupid.

For a few weeks, she was even happy. Steady. Optimistic.

Then came the doubt.

Then the fear.

Then the guilt.

And now—five months later—she didn’t talk about him much at all.

But I knew she thought about him every damn day.

Just like I did.

Hoping he’d come back.

And as if that wasn’t enough, there was the silence. The wrong kind. Romlinson was gone—we knew that. Dead and buried.

But the Rubicon Network?

Live.

Running.

We couldn’t kill it. Couldn’t trace it. It was like it had taken on a life of its own—some automated, global digital suicide.

And for five months, the world had been spiraling.

Religious conflicts?

Check.

Mass manipulation?

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