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She shrugged. "Everything's an option. Some things cost more than credits."

Rafian had left the way he'd always left—silent, efficient, hands steady. He'd watched the life in the man's eyes go out like a guttering streetlamp. He had done the job without drama. Back at the safehouse he found he couldn't swallow water. The drawing kept hovering in his mind. The crumpled laugh of a child who would wake without a father. He had told himself the job was a ledger, a transaction; compassion was a luxury he could not afford. rafian at the edge 13 hit

He didn't turn. He knew who it was before she stepped into the slant of neon: Mara, lean as an accusation, jacket zipped to the throat, boots that had stomped through every abandoned lot and every secret he'd ever kept. She had a way of appearing where he had thought himself invisible. She shrugged