They fought through the burning safe house, a lethal dance of instinct and trust. Kira’s Lynx agility let her flip over debris, her shots always finding their mark. Dane moved like a nightmare—silent, unstoppable, claws extending from his fingertips to tear through body armor.
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“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.” They fought through the burning safe house, a
Kira tried to pull away, but her traitorous body leaned into his heat. The Genesis Protocol had spliced her with Lynx DNA as a child—enhanced senses, a photographic memory, and a brutal heat cycle that no suppressant could fully tame. She was engineered to be a weapon, not a woman. Dane wrapped an arm around Kira’s waist, pulling
Kira Vance hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Her fingers flew across three keyboards, lines of encrypted code reflecting in her haunted, silver-flecked eyes. She was a phantom—a data runner who didn’t officially exist, hunted by a rogue faction of the government that had created her.
“I’m not a Breed,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m a failed experiment. I have no pack, no rights. And you’re an Elite Ops commander. Getting involved with me is treason.”
He shoved a silenced rifle into her hands and a kevlar vest over her head. “Can you shoot while running?”