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Hana squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing the scarred knuckles of his grip. "I know. Because in this story, we’re the ones who write the ending."

The neon lights of Neo-Bangkok flickered through the rain-slicked window of the "Safety First" motel. Inside, Kai checked the charge on his kinetic blade while Hana synchronized their neural links. Hana squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing the

"We’re getting out of this," Kai promised against the roar of the city. "Together." Hana squeezed his hand