Outside, the sound of choppers filled the air. They had found us. Gabriel cocked a pistol. “Ready?” he asked.
I stood up, feeling a strange calmness. I wasn’t the victim they wanted. I was the disaster they created. “Let’s go,” I said. We walked out to face them, not as prey, but as the people who just lit the match. My life as Alyssa Rowan was over. The resistance had just begun.
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