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like a breath caught in her throat. “Collateral for what?”
“For an international contract,” I said. “One you don’t get to tamper with.”
The color drained from her face.
Miles’s mouth opened, then closed. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I let the words sit there, heavy and inevitable.
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