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Her breath hitched, his soul jolted.

They weren’t speaking about what was happening.

They weren’t naming it.

Whateverthefokkit was, it simmered, churning. Hard.

In the long looks that lingered.

In every heart-thumping moment when their eyes locked and sliced away again.

How her gaze melted him, each damnfokkin’ time.

Leaving him ragged, needing, craving more.

18

Wolves In Flight

SAVVINE

The massive loading dock ofLa Última Sombrawas a tempus of quiet efficiency.

Unlike the harsh, noisycapo-led launches Savvine was familiar with, this was quieter and smoother, with no barked orders or clattering boots.

The space thrummed with the sounds of warming engines, the flick of magnetic clamps disengaging, and the shimmer of cloaking tech powering up along the black Corvette hulls.

The Signet strong guard prowled around Savvine.

Mak, Rigo, Zev, and Kaal suited up and booted, checked ammunition, secured missiles, and laser rounds.

Boaz and Xander stood over an army of drones they intended to use for surveillance and flyovers before the crew infiltrated.

They were now in execution mode.

Miral had pre-loaded a detailed game plan into their HUDs and neural nodes.

It included intel hacking the system, the latestEternaship security codes, and her UAV rotations supplied by Abby.

The infiltration squad aimed to regain control of the massive vessel in less than an hour, a fast strike mission with minimal casualties.

Miral materialized, a box in hand, sashaying toward Savvine in platform combat boots. ‘I’ve got a present for you, Chief. It’s a custom-fit shimmer suit. A Sable weave with a neural sync. The HUD is calibrated to your node.’

She passed the package to Savvine, eyes gleaming. ‘You’ll be a ghost in it.’

Savvine ran her fingers over the jet-black braces.

‘Where can I change?’

‘There’s a prep room next to the rear deck of theÚltima X.’

Savvine headed into Xander’s Corvette, climbing the ramp into the aft hold.

She soon found the prep area, stepping behind a privacy screen to strip off her jumpsuit, down to her underwear.

She slid on the cross-body brace and tapped the Signet sigil at the centre.

Milliseconds later, a skin-tight suit shimmered all over her body.