Chapter 100 - Jase Dalton
Jase Dalton
Location: Coastal Safehouse
Time: Same
Ishouldn’t care.
That’s the first rule.
That’s the one that keeps you alive.
Which is how I know—
I do.
Mila Veskov isn’t just a name.
She’s a ghost.
The kind that doesn’t leave records.
The kind that is the record.
We crossed paths once.
Six months ago.
Prague.
It was supposed to be nothing.
One night.
A coincidence.
A mistake.
It wasn’t.
“She’s not a civilian,” I say.
“No,” Ronan agrees. “She’s a vault.”
Yeah.
That’s exactly what she is.
And now—
someone has her.
Aaron steps closer, eyes narrowing slightly.
“And whoever does—”
“They just lit the fuse,” I finish.
Because this?
This isn’t random.
This is connected.
Not Kade.
But the same world.
The same shadows.
Lark studies the screen.
“This wasn’t him,” she says.
“No,” I reply.
“But it smells like where he lived.”
Aaron and I lock eyes.
Understanding passes without words.
“We’re not touching it,” he says. “Not yet.”
Smart.
Strategic.
Correct.
I smile anyway.
No humor in it.
“Yeah,” I say.
A beat.
“But I am.”